Spike and Buffy were sitting in the airport, waiting for their plane to be called. After Giles called last week and informing them the latest slayer, Traci, died. Buffy had loose ends to tie up, including the club she owns, the Rainforest, so they couldn’t leave right away. She put her friend and co-manager, Sam, in charge of the club. He’s going to hire a temporary manager from the same firm that handles her hotel to help him with paperwork and financial area. She closed up her house, making sure Sam would come by once a week to make sure everything is secure.
So there they were, sitting in the airport terminal lost in thought.
Spike couldn’t believe the last two weeks. First he heard Buffy was dead with grief over whelming him, and then Bam! He found out she is alive and living her “normal life” that she craved. Dawn convinced him to head to Hawaii to visit Buffy. Unbeknownst to him, Buffy actually came to grips with her feelings of the blond vampire a long time ago and truly loved him. They spent the past week talking their issues out. At first, they talked about what happened in the past, but now they were talking about the present and future. Spike agreed that it made sense to live in Hawaii because of the club and hotel. She would be able to keep an eye out on her holdings, plus she owned the beach house. The nights (the time between dusk and dawn) were long enough for Spike, plus he had Buffy to keep his time occupied. They went to the ‘Forest most nights so she could finish some outstanding paperwork. He quickly became addicted to their Spicy Buffalo Wings and Nachos. Buffy always had a hard time pulling him away from his tasty appetizers when she was done with her work. They made love every chance they got. Spike would often wake her up with a slow seduction: nibbling on her toes, nuzzling her breasts, massaging her tired muscles in her back. He always knows how to touch her just right to make her feel that special feeling he can only create… LOVE. She actually told him, many times and in many ways, that she loved him. She was falling in love with him. Spike was grinning from ear to ear with the thought that she loved him.
“What are you smiling at, my Big Bad?” She emphasized her term of endearment for him.
“Say it again?” He questioned rather than demanded.
“You are going to get sick of hearing it, baby.” She put her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around hers.
“Say it again. Never be sick of hearing it.” She nuzzled closer.
“I love you….” She sat up and kissed his nose. “I love you.” She moved to kiss his right eye. “I love you.” Kissing his left eye and whispered, “I’m in love with you.” She finally locked her lips to his. He moved to deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. There was an announcement over the PA, but they didn’t pay attention. This was what it is all about. Loving someone and them loving you back.
“Um, miss?” There was someone standing in front of them. “Sir? Are you two on the flight to Los Angeles?” The nod slowly, desire clouding their minds. “They just started to board, you might want to go, too.”
Buffy moved away from Spike, smiled, and mumbled a ‘Thank you.’ They got up and carried their carry on luggage to the gate. Buffy handed the tickets that Spike arranged for over to the flight attendant. They walked hand in hand down the tunnel to the plane, each contemplating their return to Sunnydale. In her mind she chanted: no matter what anyone thinks, we are together. In his mind he chanted: she loves me and the rest can bugger off. The flight attendant on the plane directed the two towards the front. Spike bought first class tickets. The cabin seemed roomy. Only two very large seats per aisle and none of them were filled. They took their seats in the middle and arranged their bodies comfortably next to each other. He wound his arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer as the flight crew prepared for take off. It seemed no one else had first class tickets, they were all alone. “Hmm, seems we have this big cabin all to ourselves.”
“That’s right, kitten. All to ourselves. Wonder what we can do to pass the time?” He raised his eyebrow and twisted his tongue over his front teeth.
“Spike, what did you do?” Buffy caught on to the guilty pleasures look in his eye as the plane started to taxi down the runway.
“Nothing, pet, just bought all the seats, is all.” He shrugged trying to cuddle deeper.
“Spike! You can’t afford that! And you better not have stuck it on my back account!” She scooted away and swatted at his shoulder.
“Relax, kitten. I CAN afford it, by the way. Thanks for the vote of confidence.” He grumbled.
“What? You mean you are… wait… how about all those times you made us pay you to help?” She shrunk back from his embrace.
“Hello, evil here and plus don’t get rich by spending your own money? Anyway how could I explain helping the slayer if she wasn’t paying me.” Spike tried to bring her back into his embrace. He loved fighting with Buffy, they had so much passion, but he even loved it more when she was snuggled up beside him while arguing.
“Oh, pish posh, you are not evil!” She slapped his chest, trying to act angry. The plane started its lift off.
“That’s not what you said last night.” He raised his eyebrow and ran his tongue across his teeth. “Or don’t you remember calling me evil when …”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Spike, or you wont ever get to do it again.” In truth, Buffy did love what he did last night.
“Oh come on now, luv. You loved it. Admit it and don’t threaten to take it away unless you really mean it.” She settled back in his embrace. They sat together in this loving embrace for a couple minutes until the plane stopped climbing.
“Yeah, I do.” She whispered. If it wasn’t for Spike’s enhanced hearing he might not have heard her.
“You do what, kitten?” He wanted here to say it.
“Oh God, Spike. I like what you do to me, OK? Are you happy?” Spike raised his eyebrow again. “Oh you are going to make me say it?” He nodded. “Talk dirty to you?” He grinned like a cheshire cat. “Fine, have it your way. I love it when you stick your big hunken’ man meat in my quivering quim. I like that you give me many orgasms. Happy? Ugg, God, I sound like Ayna.”
“You make it sound so crass, slayer.” He really was proud at her public indecent words. It may have sounded like Anya’s orgasm talk, but it was a turn on.
“Geeze, Spike you said worse last night about my ass.”
“Nah, pet, I didn’t, I don’t remember.”
“Nut uh, you said you loved my ass and its orifice. I remember.”
“Yeah, OK, I might have, but you like when I talk dirty, don’t ya?” The flight attendant came in to check on them. Spike ordered his preferred drink of straight Jack Daniels and Buffy just asked for a water. After the attendant brought their drinks and left, Buffy turned towards Spike.
“Yeah, I do. You say the most awesome things. Like when you suggested I bend backwards when riding you, that was amazing. And you said you could see my breasts bounce and my muscles in my torso clench right before I came.”
“Oh, yeah, baby. Give me more.” Spike rubbed his member through his jeans.
“Ohh, and then in the shower, pressed up against the tile with the soap. That was fun.” Buffy loved teasing him. They were in a public place, he couldn’t do anything to her.
“Pet, how about you and me join the mile high club?” Spike had an idea.
“Ewwe, no Spike!” She slapped his shoulder.
“Awe, it would be a shame to waste all these seats, and I did specify that if we wanted to be alone, the crew would abide by it.”
“Spike, you planned this? Ohh, buddy… you are going to get it... wait… no, you aren’t going to get it. Nope, never gonna to get it, never get it,” she sang the last part.
“Oi, pet. Where is my little adventurous sex kitten that jumps my bones any time she can get?” He unbuttoned his jeans, giving his hard shaft so room.
“Spike, put it away, someone might see.” She whispered.
“Awe, come on, baby, Mr. Big Bad down here needs some good around it or he will turn very baaaad.” He coaxed. This was a game they invented in Hawaii. One night after Dawn left to go back to California, Buffy was sitting in her home office when Spike walked in naked from waist up. His black jeans hung low on his hips as he stalked his prey. She looked up as he entered and realized that he was on the prowl. She waited until he made his way to the side of her desk, slowly making his way to her. She jumped up and ran the other way, around her desk and out into the great room. Spike was not far behind her as she darted into the dining room. He lunged towards her svelte body, “Come on, kitten. Be a good girl and come back here.” She squealed and ran towards the kitchen. Spike tripped over a chair that was not pushed all the way in and fell to the ground. Buffy took the time he was down, to take off her shirt and throw it his way. He grabbed the offending garment and got up. The chase was back on. He chased her out onto the deck and back inside as he tried to catch his prey. She rounded the couch as he jumped over it, blocking her way. He flashed a toothy grin at her, “Come on baby, just want some good wrapped around me.”
She flashed an equal grin towards him and took off in the opposite direction. “You are evil!” He took off after her as she ran back into the kitchen. She ran back into the dining room, headed for the great room when a big mass of muscles blocked her way. He decided to go straight into the great room instead of her path through the kitchen and dining room. He held his arms out, ready to catch her. Buffy twisted, ducked, and rolled on the floor as Spike tried to grab her lithe body. Getting past him, she ran back into the living room. It took a moment for Spike to realize she evaded his grasp again. Spike shook his head clear and headed into the living room after her. Suddenly he tripped. Glancing while he started to fall, he saw a very deliciously unclothed Buffy standing behind the couch. She must have divested her pants while he was confused earlier. Spike fell hard on the floor and he heard and felt one of his ribs crack. He struggled to sit up with his injured rib that was already mending. Suddenly Buffy was sitting in front of his prone body. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t think…” The rest of her sentence was cut off as he grabbed her and hauled her to his body. His mouth swooped down to capture her lips. He ground his erection into her bottom and he nibbled at her chin. Her hands made their way around his neck, playing with the short hair on his neck.
Breaking free of their passionate kissing, Spike whispered in her ear, “Now… I need some good wrapped around me, now!” His demand was met with much fevor as Buffy turned her body so it straddled his hips. He plunged his tongue back into her mouth as he unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his erection. “I’m bad, baby… so bad. Wrap some good around me…. Make me good, baby.” He gasped between kisses and nips along her jaw. Suddenly she was on him, pushing her thong aside and guiding him into her warm, good depths. He thrust up as she thrust down, engaging in a timeless rythym.
“Spike, I said NO. If you are good little vamp, I’ll play that with you when we get to the hotel.” Buffy pleaded. She could just imagine the friendly flight attendant catching her licking Spike’s cock like he was a lollypop. She started to blush.
“I do believe my baby is blushing. What ever could she be thinking? Maybe my kitten is thinking up a new game?” She blushed some more. “How about the naughty pilot and friendly flight attendant? Sounds like a good old time to me.”
“Spike, please, she can be back any moment.” Again with the logic ruining his fun. She peered over the seats, making sure no one was approaching.
“Only if you promise me that once we get into the hotel you will have fun with Mr. Big Bad.”
“How did you ever come up with that name?” He started to put his pants back on right.
“Awe, pet, I told you, I’ve always been the Big Bad. What did you think I meant?” He wrapped his arm around her once more and she snuggled deeper into his arms.
“That you were very full of yourself… but I guess that’s me… huh?” She was back to flirting.
“Uh uh, kitten… you can’t tease me that way if you don’t want me to act on it.” He scolded.
“Fine, <sorry>, I’m tired. Wake me when we are close?” He nodded and she snuggled closer. This past week flew by her. Between the plans to get a manager to help Sam out, fix the house so no nasty storms try to tear it down, and spending countless but enjoyable hours with Spike she barely had time to think.
He truly was amazing. He offered to move permanently down to Hawaii, even offering to get a legitimate place of his own. Buffy didn’t like that idea, they spent the last 6 years away from each other, she didn’t want another minute to go by. They spent many hours walking on the beach, lounging on her deck, and cuddling in bed while they talk about whatever silly thing they had in their mind. He told her about the different cities and towns he stumbled into while he was away. They started a very comfortable, yet exciting relationship.
Dawn was waiting for the two lovers to get off the plane. She had to drive all the way up to LA to get them. The Sunnydale Airport was attacked by a demon gang during the week, tearing up the tarmac, and no planes could land or take off. Of course the official story was a bunch of teenagers on crack. Dawn was happy for Spike and Buffy. After all they have been through the happiness they give each other seemed very appropriate. She watched as the duo exit the plane. Spike had his arm flung around her neck and whispering something in her ear. She burst out laughing and shook her head. They looked happy indeed.
Dawn waved them over. Spike let go of Buffy and hugged the young lady. “Thank you, Bit. Never thought I would feel this way, but… it’s all because of you,” Spike whispered as he held her close. He let go and blinked the tears in his eyes away. “Shall we ladies? I believe we have a long drive in front of us.” The girls took his offered arms and the strolled to the baggage claim like they had no cares in the world.
~*~*~*~
Dawn dropped Buffy and Spike off at the closest hotel to the house on Revello. Both of the travelers were quite tired and anxious to rest during the day. Actually, one of the travelers was anxious to get the other traveler alone. Buffy walked into the room and blindly headed for the bed. She stumbled over and collapsed. “God, I’m so tired, Spike. Want to sleep all day.”
Spike loomed above her, grinning at the prone body of his beloved. She in fact looked exhausted. The past week had finally caught up to her. He put their bags down and started to unpack while she took a quick nap. Spike thought: let her rest a bit and then have his wicked way with her.
“Baby, time to wake up and play.” He tickled her arms, trying to wake her up. She didn’t budge. He took her shoes and socks. He moved slowly, as not to wake her, to unbutton her jeans and strip them off her. “Wakey, wakey, luv. There’s a Big Bad out here that needs your attention.” Spike cooed in her ear. He knew she was awake, but pretending to sleep. Her heart beat sped up and her breathing became ragged. “Come on, kitten, I know you are awake. Baby, please, you promised. I was a good boy on the plane.” Spike started to run his fingers across her thigh in a tantalizing maze. “Come on baby, don’t make me spank you. Of course, I wouldn’t mind that. OK, you talked me into it, or not talked me into it.” He shifted to move her body so he could spank her, but she opened her eyes at the last moment.
“Spike, come here, baby.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his ear, trying to get him to disregard his threat.
“Nut uh, kitten… you were naughty and now it’s time to be punished.” He had a wicked gleam to his eye.
“Ok, baby, if you insist. But just be warned, if you decide to punish me that way, the shirt stays on.” He frowned at that statement. “I much rather be punished a different way.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“And how is that, honey?” He finally turned her over on top of him. His hands were inches away from her ass, just begging for a little slap. He caressed her bare skin like it was the most precious thing in the world.
“Hmmm, since I did promise you a very special treat as soon as we were in the room, if you were good, I guess my punishment is to give you two special treats. That sounds fair?”
Spike grinned, “And what special treat were you thinking of, my dear?”
“You sound like the big bad wolf when you said that.” She slapped his shoulder playfully. He vamped letting his demon face come forth. “Ohhh, baby.” She ground down on his erection. “What yellow eyes you have.”
“All the better to see you with, my dear.” He raised his eyebrow and groaned to imitate her earlier movement.
“Oh, what big ears you have!” She brought her finger to play with his right ear lobe.
“All the better to hear you with, my dear.” He flashed her his fangy smile. Time for the piece de resistance!
“Ohh, what big teeth you have!”
“Better to EAT with you, my dear.” He dove down to her neck and started to nuzzle it. He moved his hands to grab the wisp of fabric she calls underwear and yanked it, ripping the sides.
“Spike! That’s the fourth pair you’ve ruined!” She sat up, straddling his chest.
“Then stop wearing them, luv. It would be easier for both of us if you would just let me have access to it at all times. Now where were we, Oh yeah,” he bucked up and switched positions with her. “I was about to eat you.” His face changed back to human form. His hands held her waist still as he made his way down to the juncture of her thighs. “My dear, let me in so I can eat you all up. Don’t make me huff and puff.”
“Nut uh. Wrong fairy tale, anyways Mr. Big Bad Wolf isn’t going to gobble me all up. He has a special treat coming to him.” She clamped her legs shut.
“Oh baby, trust me, he wants this treat. Let him in so he can collect his treasure.” She relaxed her leg muscles so he could spread her legs around his head. He nuzzled the sweet soft skin surrounding his treasure. He breathed in, reveling in her sweet, intoxicating arousal. He took another deep unneccesary breath and lightly flicked her lips apart. Her body instinctively opened up for him as he plunged his face down. He took care of the outer skin as much as he took notice of the inner, more sensitive skin. He moved his nose up to bump her aching clit as he plundered her inner beauty. This was the time that Spike knew he had Buffy’s full surrender.
Several hours later, Spike laid back on the bed resting his head against the headboard, finally sedated. Buffy was still laying face down cross ways on the bed. She didn’t have any energy to right herself after Spike took his two special treats and then five more. Spike claimed that because he didn’t ‘release his sexy seed’ all those times for her, didn’t count as his treat. He really was a greedy guy when it came to it. Next time she will have to be more specific when promising him bedroom games. “Uh, Spike?” She whined from the foot of the bed, still unable to get her limbs to cooperate with her brain.
“Rest, pet. We gotta go visit the watcher tonight.” He reached for his fags and lit one.
“Spike…” She whined again, raising her arm two inches from the bed and flopping it down.
“Yeah, kitten?” He dangled the lit cigarette from his mouth and walked over to where she was laying.
“Can’t move… please?” She moved her head to face his as he stooped down in front of her. Spike smiled and nodded. He pushed her body over onto her back and picked her up. She arranged her under the covers and walked back to his side of the bed to sit down. She instinctively scooted her body closer to cuddle.
“Thought you couldn’t move, pet?” He raised his eyebrow.
“Can’t,” She raised her arm again and it promptly fell to the bed. “See? But technically that wasn’t moving, it was scooting.” She giggled as he growled at her.
“Sleep, pet. I’m not finished with you.”
He let her rest most of the day, snuggled up close to him. He spent his time reading, watching TV, and watching her as she slept. She made the cutest little noises as she dreamt. Finally as the sun started to set, he woke her up to get cleaned up.
Spike and Buffy finally made it over to Giles’ apartment, and hour later than they planned. Buffy tentatively knocked on Giles’ front door. It opened to reveal an unexpected older and ugly man. “Quiten.”
“Miss Summers,” the older man stepped aside to let her into the apartment.
“Where is Giles?” She turned around to face the man still standing at the door, blocking Spike’s entrance. He was not very tall and very pudgy. The years have not been kind to this man.
“Went on an errand. Please sit.” He gestured to the couch in the living room.
“Uh, pet?” Spike spoke up. He wasn’t sure if Giles revoked his invitation to his place, but he didn’t want to try. Spike always had a fear of rejection.
“Yeah, honey? Oh, yeah. You can come in.”
“Miss Summers, I am afraid, it doesn’t work that way.” Quiten Travers sneered. The creepy man smiled at the slayer as he stood in the doorway.
“Whatever,” she waved off the man as if he was nothing but a fly on the wall. “Giles told me he could come in, no new invitation needed.” Spike stepped in slowly, realizing Buffy was right. He stepped around the man Buffy obviously hated and curled his tongue around his front teeth and snickered.
“So, when did you say Giles would be back?” Buffy sat down on the couch. Spike came to stand between Quiten and her. He didn’t like the condescending tone he used towards Buffy.
“In a couple minutes. I was hoping we would have a little chat before he came back.” The man came around the couch and sat in a chair next to Buffy. Spike stood behind her, watching the man, like he was guarding a princess, his princess.
“About what, Quiten? Got another ubervamp to attack me while I am defenseless? Or another inquisition about my abilities?”
“Tsk, Tsk. Miss Summers, it still is Miss Summers?” He looked up at the vampire guarding the slayer. “You still have the attitude. Time hasn’t changed you all that much, has it? Now, I have been hearing rumors.”
“Really?” She looked at her nails, bored out of her mind. Quiten always droned on about protocol and such, she knew what he was getting at. The Council always put their noses in where they didn’t belong.
“Certainly, my dear.” Spike wanted to growl at the repulsive man and snap his neck. His blood wasn’t good enough to drink. “I’ve heard many interesting things about you. Care to guess what those may be?”
“Quiten, seriously… you have got to stop. Whatever I choose to do is none of your business.” Buffy wasn’t going to take the strong-arm tactics Quiten always imposed with.
“See, I see things differently. You are the slayer. I am the head of the Council. Therefore you are my business.” His lips were turned up in a sadistic smile.
Buffy had the perfect speech for him; she practiced it almost everyday after she left Sunnydale. “No, when I died that first time, my business and your business was over.” She pointed at the man in the chair. “Then Kendra was called. She was your business. I just stayed on because I thought it was what I was supposed to do.” She moved her arms around her body, motioning to the town of Sunnydale. “Then good ole Faith came. Still I stayed on and we slayed together. A perfect team. Then opps!” She moved her hand over her mouth. “Your new slayer decided she liked being bad and I ended up being the Slayer again.” She looked up towards Spike, making sure he was behaving himself and not ready to attack Quiten. “For years after that, I stayed to slay. You fired Giles because he acted more like a father than a watcher. Well news to you, he is my dad. The only one I ever had. My biological father never would have stuck around like he did. In fact he didn’t. I needed Giles and you just kick him out.” She shook her head as her volume grew. “You give me a clueless watcher that had no field experience. Then you had the nerve not to help me save Angel, the one person that made it all worth while. And on top of that I quit your Council. But did I shirk my duties? No, I stayed put and slayed the demons, the vampires, the ghosts. Every night. Every vacation I didn’t take. Every minute I lost sleep. Every wound I had. Even when Glory came to be and you wouldn’t tell me the information you knew about her. I stayed put to do what I thought was my duty. But you know what?” He shook his head. Buffy definitely hadn’t changed, she was a stubborn as ever. “My duty was over the minute I stopped breathing. The minute my heart stopped beating. The minute the next slayer was called. All those years I wasted. For you. For your Council. Not anymore. What I do, who I am, what I am interested in is not your business.” She dropped her voice dangerously low as the front door opened revealing Giles. “Do we have an understanding?”
Giled looked into his apartment to see Quiten’s pale white face. He overheard Buffy’s speech and was very proud. She never did like Quiten or the Council, but this took the cake. She was kicking them out of her life, once and for all.
“No, we do not, Madam. Just because you think sleeping with a vampire is all right, doesn’t mean it is.” Spike snarled at the man as he started to berate his love. Quiten looked up, but ignored the dangerous vampire. “It is my business that you left here to follow whatever dream you were. The powers we gave you were not a gift, they are a responsibility that you have over looked way to long.” Giles and Spike simultaneously moved towards Quiten but Buffy held her hand up for them to stop.
“Look, Quiten, I am not playing your little game. You may think you know what is going on, but you have no idea. Yes, the powers I have also give me a responsibility, but you did not give them to me. You have no control over who is called, so get off your high horse.” She got up to great Giles. She knew he was listening at the door and when he came in, but she didn’t want to move her attention away from the repulsive man sitting in the chair. They hugged and she let go looking in his eyes conveying a silent message. She turned back around to face Quiten. “Like I said, my obligation to you was over the minute I drowned at the master’s hands. You have had your slayers over the years to replace me. I am here only to protect the hellmouth until we can train the next slayer. I am not here to work for the council, I am not here as the slayer, and I am not here on your be half. The sooner you understand that, the better. I will not put up with your bullshit. I will not abide you mocking my relationship with anyone. Man, woman, child, or demon. My personal life is none of your concern and if I find out you are trying to make it your concern, I will not be happy.” She turned away again to sit on the couch, this time motioning for Spike to sit next to her. “So, Quiten what brings a yellow bellied chicken shit like you to the big bad woods of Sunnydale?”
“Excuse me, Miss Summer, I can be any where, any time I want.”
“Yes, but you don’t usually put yourself in danger. Always throw your weight around and then leave before the consequences can be felt.”
“It doesn’t matter why I am here, girl. You are going to work under me and that is it.”
“Is that so?” Buffy got up from the couch and walked over to Giles. “Sorry, Giles. You know where to find me.” Spike got up and walked to the door and held it open for her. The nerve of the man to suggest he was going to tell her what to do. “What a fucking prick!” He walked beside her in silence. He kept himself in control long enough to see that Buffy could stand her ground. She didn’t even flinch. If it was possible, he loved her more than ever. He inner strength now equals her outer strength.
“Hungry, pet?” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders when she nodded. “Not many choices here, but what about the Bronze? Got those spicy Buffalo wings... not as good as yours, but they could do.”
“Nay, I want to go some place quiet. I kinda don’t want to run into anyone I know, baby.” She shivered despite the warm weather. “I can’t believe Giles didn’t tell me Quiten would be slithering around. He makes me so mad.” Spike wrapped his arm around her tighter and she snuggled deep into his embrace. “I never thought I would hate someone as much as I hate him. I don’t even think my hate for Glory comes even close to that man. What nerve!” She was practically screaming with emotion as they walked down the road. “Him to think he can tell me what to do and not do. Grrr, he makes me so angry.”
“Do we need to go find something to kill?” Spike remembered when she got frustrated a good hunt and kill made her feel better.
“Oh, Spike, I’m sorry. He just makes me mad! I can deal with constructive criticism, but he doesn’t even know the definition.”
“Pet, maybe you should go visit the Scoobies. I’ll wait for you back at the room.” He shrugged. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to show up together, in the together sense.
“What? No. Scratch that. Hell no! We are together. No meeting in secret, OK?” She stopped walking and grabbed his arm. “I really can’t care less what they think of us together. I’ve spent too much time worrying about others not to live my life in happiness. I am not slaying either. This is the Council’s problem and until they, including that prick Quiten, respect me as a woman and slayer, they can forget it. I’ll make sure the world isn’t going to end, but that’s it.”
“Gonna make them beg, baby?” He wound his hands around her waist and brought his hips towards her so she could feel his erection. “Gonna make me beg?” He licked his lips at her nod.
“Hmmm, make you beg? Sounds good. Let’s eat first?” He nodded and stepped away. She wasn’t going to patrol to kill something, but she was going to work her energy out back at the hotel. Spike was flying high.
Chapter 3: Training
Buffy and Spike were resting in their hotel room when the call came in. It’s been three days since they arrived in Sunnydale. It’s been two days since they walked out of Giles’ apartment, away from Quiten Travers. It’s been one day since they told the Giles and the Scoobies that they were here to prevent apocalypses and nothing more until the Council can respect Buffy and any of the slayers. It’s been less than two hours since they passed out exhausted from their last round of lovemaking.
They spent the day making love in their rented room and nights hanging out with Dawn and her friends. The Scoobies hadn’t tried to make a connection since the first night with Quiten. Buffy was disappointed, but Giles knew that she would not be doing anything while Quiten was in the picture.
The call came from straight from Giles. The new slayer arrived and was ready for training. Giles asked for them to come to the Magic Box’s training room after the sun set. Quiten has left town for parts unknown. Spike was content to stay in the room and let the Watcher earn his living, but Buffy insisted that they go meet the new slayer. If the new slayer was going to survive, she must know that there is another one beating the odds and enjoying life.
They walked into the dark, deserted shop together just like old times, except this time, they were holding hands. Spike led the way to the back training room because he could see better in the dark. He held the door open for his slayer as she stepped through. Standing in the room in various poses was Giles, Willow, Xander, and a very scared little girl. Willow was the first to notice the in coming guests. She put down a book she was reading and headed over to the new couple.
“Hey, you two. How are you doing?” She said nervously as she hugged Buffy.
“Great, Wills. Hey everyone?” She addressed the rest of the group. Xander eyed Spike warily, not sure how to act around the dangerous vampire. Xander never truly forgave the liaison between his wife and Spike all those years ago. Giles turned around from trying to train the new slayer. The new slayer shrunk her body as much as she could, not knowing what was going on.
Giles was the next to walk over to the couple and hugged his suregent daughter and shook Spike’s hand vigourusly. “Glad you could make it. Buffy, there is someone I want you to met. Buffy this is Katerina, the new slayer. Katerina this is Buffy.” Buffy stepped towards the young girl, extending her hand.
“Hi, Katerina. Guess this is all new to you?” The young girl nodded. “Yeah, it was a little overwhelming at first to me too.” The little girl gasped at the realization that this was a sister in arms. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen, ma’am.” She mumbled looking at the group of people staring at her. Ever since she arrived in this town, they were staring at her or telling her to do this or that. Frankly, the old man scared her. He kept taking off his glasses and wiping them whenever he got upset.
“Hmmm, I was fifteen when I was called. I think I understand how you are feeling and please call me Buffy, I am not a ma’am, yet.” Spike snorted at that and Buffy glared at him. “When did you find out?” Buffy sat down on an old couch, patting the seat next to her for the new girl. Katerina slowly stepped forward to sit down. She liked Buffy. She wasn’t demanding that Katerina try to punch, kick, or break anything.
“Three days ago, a man came to my home and told me that I was… was… a Vampire Slayer.” She started to sob. Buffy gently wrapped her arm around the young girl, trying to give her some solice.
Buffy looked up at the group in the room. “Guys, could you please give us a couple minutes. I need to talk to Katerina.” Everyone started to leave the room, heading back into the dark shop. “Spike, could you stay, please?” She whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, but not quite in a normal tone. He stayed back in the shadows, watching the two slayers. His slayer was comforting the younger one. “Do you know what that means?” Buffy asked Katerina when she finally relaxed a little. Katerna finally sat upright and shook her head. “Well, you have been given a gift of super power and with that power a great responsibility to protect the world and the humans on it. Before I was called, I didn’t believe in demons and vampires, but I found out quickly there are lots of evil things that lurk in the night. And some that lurk in the day.” Buffy looked towards Spike and winked at him. “Have you ever seen a vampire, Katerina?” Again, Katerina shook her head. Spike came out of the shadows and headed over to the couch. He kept his eyes on Katerina and Buffy as he neared. “Katerina, do you feel anything?” A slight nod. “That is what I call my spidey sense. It alerts you when there is a vampire near. As you get older and learn your powers, you will get used to it.” Katerina realized that the figure coming closer was in fact a vampire and she shrunk back. “Don’t worry, Katerina. This is Spike, he wont bite you.” Spike sat on the other side of Buffy on the floor and vamped out. He kept his eyes on the new slayer, excited at the prospect of teaching her the lay of the land, more excited than even when he got to teach new vampires. “Spike is my… um… what are you Spike? More than a boyfriend?” Buffy suddenly got confused. The past weeks, Buffy didn’t think much about putting a name to what they had, but when introducing him to Katerina, she was grasping at a word.
“Mate, luv. You are my mate. I guess you would call me your significant other, whatever.” Spike spoke softly, prying his eyes from Katerina to Buffy. She smiled lovingly down at him and stroked his head.
“OK, he is my significant other.” She winked at him again. “He is a very dangerous vampire named Spike or William the Bloody. He has killed two slayers in his time.” She turned her attention back to Katerina.
“And loves one very much.” Spike interjected.
“Yes, well. Loves one very much. Anyways. The story of Spike and Buffy in Sunnydale because I want you to understand things aren’t always black and white, like the Watcher’s Council wants you to think. When we met, we were definitely mortal enemies. He was a vampire and I was the slayer. Understand? Following some circumstance that I really don’t want to go into, we struck a tentative truce. He left, came back, threaten me and my friends, left, came back, and threaten some more. You know the basic. I can see you want to ask why I never killed him and visa versa? I ask myself that same question.” She glanced over at Spike again, he was in normal human face. “I do know that I tried, many times and so did he, but it never was done. Anyways, on to the good part. There was a secret military group here that was studying the psychology of demonology. Basically they were doing experiments like what Pavlov did with his dogs. Spike came back to hurt me and got captured. Blah, blah, blah. Experiment here, surgery there, and they put an experimental microchip into his brain that stopped him from harming living things. In theory, every time the part of his brain that thought of violence to a living thing, the chip would pick it up and give him a headache. That about cover that, baby?” He nodded in consent, wincing at the memories. “So anyways, for all intents and purposes Spike could not bite or feed. The vampire community all but shunned him so he came to me and my friends for help. Knowing that we were do gooders and would try to help him once we believed him. After a while, he figured out he could harm no living things, like demons and vampires… he just couldn’t harm humans. So he began to work for us, we paid him, and he got his violence fix. Eventually, that relationship morphed and we stopped paying him. We became reluctant allies and friends. Now, a bunch of other things happened that I don’t want to go into right now, but we ended up having a really unhealthy and bad intimate relationship, if you get what I mean. So anyways, it ended badly. Both of us were so messed up in the head about the other. It ended, he left, a couple years later, I left. We worked through our issues. A couple weeks ago, Spike found me. We worked on it some more, and wala!! We are together.” She took Spike’s hand in her own. “Now, I know my friends in the other room do not agree with our relationship. In fact, I am sure you already have heard quite enough, but what I want you to know is that what happens between me and Spike is none of their business. Our relationship feels right to us and makes us both happy now. It doesn’t matter what outside forces try to make us bend to, we are who we are. The same is true with you. What ever you find in this life that makes you happy, go for it. Others do not understand the duty you are faced with and what little joy you can hold onto is good.” Katerina smiled. This woman sitting next to her by passed all the odds and now is in a relationship with her enemy.
“So, so you st-still have a microchip?” The girl whispered, still not sure how she should act.
“Nah, little slayer. That was one of my issues that I had to work on.” He smirked at the delicate wording Buffy chose. “Oh, and little one, don’t be afraid to ask me anything, the more you find out about your enemy the better,” he winked at her as she blushed.
“I don’t understand, my enemy?”
Buffy took the reigns of the conversation again. “See, even though Spike wont hurt you, there are other vampires out there that will, without a second thought. Actually, I can only think of two vampires that would not purposefully hurt you. Spike is one, the other one is Angel, but both are still dangerous. Their nature is just like ours: kill or be killed. I don’t recommend following in my footsteps, but I want you to know that options are out there. No one has the right to try to dictate your life. I let the Watcher’s Council and friends do that way to long, and it destroyed me. I had nothing left. I don’t want to see that happen to you. OK?” Katerina nodded. “Good, now… let’s get you ready for your duty.” The rest of the night was spent in the training room, teaching Katerina some basic fighting moves. Giles stuck around to help, but the rest of the Scoobies left to go home. Katerina was picking the moves up easy enough, glad someone else understands the pressure she was suddenly thrust upon her. She watched the two lovers interact with each other. At the moment, they were demonstrating a strangle hold for her. Spike was holding Buffy’s neck, careful not to put too much pressure on it. She was trying to get away from it. Giles was sitting on the couch, reading some demon book. Katerina watched the two in their mock battle, for her benefit. Buffy threw her leg back and connected with Spike’s leg. He howled in pain as his grip loosened. She flipped him back and easily extracated herself from his neck grip. Katerina stopped watching them and was studying a silver sword on the wall near her position. Her leg flew up towards his chest and connected. His body flew back to collide with the wall. Buffy advanced, like a tiger hunting, and grab his shirt to throw him down so she could finish the fight. Spike shook his head clear from the impact and watched as his love came towards him. He feigned confusion as she neared. Buffy was with in striking distance and she pounced on her prey, her arms were outstretched, trying to get purchase. She kicked her legs forward to collide with his. Spike grabbed her waist easily and spun so Buffy was trapped between him and the wall. Before she knew what was happening, Spike’s face changed and swept down to her throat. He arms and legs still flaling, Spike nuzzled the soft skin between her neck and shoulder and whispered, “I won, what is my prize?” Buffy pushed her arms and legs against his hard body to no avail. He pushed her flatter against the wall and nuzzled her neck again, purring. Spike ground his hips into hers as his cock grew with anticipation. She smiled coyly and bucked her hips closer to his, causing him to hiss. “What’s my prize, pet?” He slowly massaged the flesh on her hips as they unjulated with desire.
“What do you want?” Her eyes glazed over in desire. This was a new version of an old game. His game face slipped away as he continued to nuzzle her face. His grip tightened a bit and then relaxed. He looked around at the watcher and new slayer, both not paying a bit of attention to the two warriors. Buffy used the distraction to propel him away from her. Spike stumbled back and fell on the floor. Buffy leaped up and landed and his upper stomach, straddling his body. She securely pinned down his arms and loomed over his head. He looked up at the tiny, yet strong, nymph perched right in front of him. He glared at her as he took an unnecessary breath. The smell of her arousal, so near yet so far away, assaulted his senses, his cock and teeth enlongating as he stared into her lust filled eyes. “Looks like you spoke to soon, sweetheart. I win.” She punctuated her statement with a twist of her hips, grinding her sex into his chest. Giles looked up at the pair and immidetaly looked away. Katerina got up and headed over to the pair on the floor.
“Ok, you beat him, can I go now?” She was tired and crabby. It was fun to learn the self defense moves at first, but now she was just sitting on the side lines. She watched the two spar for over and hour and was bored.
“Yeah, sure. I think that would be of the good. Rest, yeah, definitely of the good.” Buffy got up from Spike, noticing his pout from the loss of warm body on top of his. Buffy helped Spike up and he turned away from her. He adjusted his package in his pants carefully so he could walk with out too much pain. He turned around to the two slayers with his rakish grin on his face and winked at Buffy. Buffy realized his problem and didn’t want to corrupt the younger slayer. She directed Katerina’s attention away from Spike as he got his state under control. “Where are you staying? We can drop you off.” Spike and Buffy rented a car the previous day so they wouldn’t have to rely on Dawn or the others to get around.
Spike and Buffy made it back to the hotel room right before the sun rose. After they dropped off Katerina and Giles off at their respective places of residence, they drove past the house on Revello in hopes that Dawn was still awake. Dawn’s window was illuminated, indicating she was up late. Spike and Buffy crept along the edge of the property, trying to make as little noise as possible. Spike helped Buffy climb the trelles outside of Dawn’s window and he carefully followed. The carefully peaked in, spying on the studious woman. She was laying crossways on her bed, facing away from the open window. Buffy put her hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle as Spike eyed her warily. Dawn was listening to something on a potable CD player with headphones. Her legs were kicking up and down with the beat of the music. Spike silently climbed through the window. He reached back out to help Buffy climb through. Her eyes were full of gleam as her sister’s head bounced to and fro. Spike got behind Dawn on one side and Buffy on the other. Silently he counted to three and they pounced on her bed, reaching out to tickle. “Iiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Dawn jumped up in the air as the two started to giggle with mirth, collapsing on her bed. She scrambled away from their hands. She reached under the bed bringing up a long dagger, pointing it at the two assailants. She ran to the other side of the room before turning around to confront her attackers. Dawn whipped around to stare back at the collapsed couple. Realizing that they just pranked her, she threw the dagger at them and put her hands on her hips. Spike nimbly plucked the dagger out of the air before it could hit either one. “That was not funny!”
“Oi, come on Little Bit.” Spike chuckled. She looked so cute and young when she stood there with her hands on her hips. “We were just playing.” He got himself under control, but Buffy was still laughing uncontrollably on the bed, writhing around. She had tears escaping her closed eyes as she tried to wipe them away. Spike got up and dragged Buffy’s prone body closer to him. Dawn walked over to the bed and sat down next to the couple, one still giggling.
There was a knock on the bedroom door. “Dawn you alright?”
“Yeah, Denise, I’m ok, thanks.” Dawn shouted back, glaring at Spike and the giggling, squirming body in his arms.
“I heard you scream, are you sure?” Her friend asked back.
“Yeah, just got a little scare, I am OK.” Denise headed back into her room.
“You guys! How could you?” Dawn scolded and waved a finger at them. Buffy started to calm down and was breathing a little more normal. Spike grabbed her closer to his body, knowing Dawn was about to attack with her fingers, imbolizing Buffy as she tickled her.
“Now, now, Bit. None of that, or I wont get Buffy out of here.” Dawn backed off and Buffy got a new set of giggles. Spike pulled her fully into his lap, trying to protect her from her pissed off sister. “Come on, Bit. We saw your light on and your window open. Maybe when you listen to your headphones you should face the window.” He smirked and winked.
“Spike, how could you?” She still was upset at the intrusion.
“Sorry, Bit. Didn’t think you would get upset.” He felt sorry, he really did. Dawn was upset at them. “I’ll just take Buf, and we will talk to you later, OK?” He moved and picked up the giggling slayer in his arms and headed over to the window. Spike had no idea how he was going to mange getting Buffy down while she was giggling, but he didn’t want to upset Dawn any further.
Dawn watched as he headed over to the window and felt instantly bad about scolding him. In truth, she was amazed he hadn’t tried to scare her since he came back. After a night of patrolling with Buffy, he would sneak up to her room and tickle her feet while she slept. Dawn missed the little things they used to do together. “Wait!” Spike turned around, Buffy was beginning to get control again of her giggles. “There is a door, you know?” Spike started to smile, but it quickly disappeared. He thought she was going to forgive them. He turned around and headed to the door.
“Sorry, Bit. Thought you would get a kick out of it.” He opened the door and started to walk down the stairs to the front door.
“I did,” she followed him down. He turned around with a huge boyish grin on his face. Dawn chuckled and shook her head. Buffy finally stopped giggling and started to squirm in Spike’s arms. She had no idea what was going on, but she wanted down. How did she get in Spike’s arms like this? “Awe, come on, I’ll make you some coacoa.” She passed Spike and the bundle he held and headed to the kitchen.
“Got any of those little marshmallows? God, kitten, will you stop squirming?” He looked down at his love in his arms as she smiled up at him. Her eyes reflected ten fold the love and tenderness that he regarded her with. She stopped squirming realizing he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.
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Buffy was sitting on the rumpled bed naked, except her bathrobe, flipping through the channels on the TV. Spike was taking a shower, singing some awful punk song at the top of his lungs. Dusk was quickly approaching and they were going to take Katerina patrolling for her first time. The phone rang and Buffy got up to get it. “Hey Giles... What’s up? … Oh really? … What do you want me to do about it? … Oh, I see… Well I don’t think that’s for the best… Because… It’s complicated… I know… This isn’t why we came back… Excuse me? …. I do not work for the council, I quit after Glory… That included Quiten…. If you don’t want our help… I am not threatening… No, I will not... Giles I do not think that I am being unreasonable.” Spike sat down beside Buffy, listening in on the conversation. “So, you don’t want us to go patrol?”
“What was that about, pet?” Spike ran his hand on her back as she hung up.
“Beats me, but something is definitely wrong. Giles… I don’t know but he practically begged that we stay in tonight. Weird.” Buffy shrugged her shoulders as Spike started to deeply massage her muscles. “Almost like he didn’t want us to run into something… or someone.” Spike quirked his eyebrow as she tensed up. “Oh, Spike, you don’t think?” She turned around to look at him.
“What’s that, luv?” Spike stopped his massage, but did not remove his hands from her back.
“Angel,” she whispered. Spike’s eyes flashed golden as his emotions and realization flooded over him.
“And if the poof is here?” Spike removed his hands and shifted away, afraid of her reaction to her first love.
“I don’t know, Spike. I mean… I don’t know… I haven’t seen him in years… how do you think he is going to react?”
“To what, pet?” He got up quickly and started to pace in front of her. “Of you back here? Oi, I am sure he’ll just be so happy, probably whisk you away for a good snog or two.” He spat his accusations out. “Probably try to convince you to go with him up to LA. Probably buy you the bloody mall to get you to go with him.” He waved his arms around his body as to excentuate the point. “Buy you a nice big mansion and get rid of the dingy hotel. You two moving in together playing house and all that rot.” Spike sneered. “The Great Poofter probably is sniffing his way around Sunnydale, trying to find you by now. Why don’t you just go outside and make it easier for him.”
SLAP
“Stop it, Spike.” Buffy slapped Spike across the face after he finished his tirade. “Why would you think that?” She was standing right in front of Spike and he grabbed her arm in a punishing grip.
“Why not, he is your true love, isn’t he? Go on, get.” He opened the front door and shoved her outside. “He’s waiting for you.”
“Spike, please don’t do this.” Buffy’s tears were running down her face quickly as she watched the man she loves have a virtual break down.
“Go on, you bint. Go to your true love.” He turned around slammed the door.
“But you are my true love,” she whispered as she stood there looking at the closed door.
Buffy stood in front of the hotel room for over a half hour, waiting for Spike to realize he just kicked her out for no good reason. A couple times she pleased through the door for Spike to open the door, but he just ignored her. Finally realizing that it was stupid to just sit and wait for him to come to his senses, she headed out to Revello Drive.
Buffy made her way slowly to the old house. There were two cars in the driveway. She looked in, but all the lights seemed to be turned off. She thought well, it doesn’t hurt to try, maybe they are watching a movie. KNOCK. KNOCK. Buffy heard some rattling and footsteps from the living room. The door opened to reveal a very disheveled Dawn.
“Um, Buffy, whatcha doing?” Dawn stammered. Buffy’s eyes were red and her cheeks were puffy. It was obvious she had been crying.
“Can I come in?” Buffy looked carefully at Dawn. Obviously, Dawn had a boy in the living room and they were hot and heavy.
“Um, sure.” Dawn stepped aside and slipped the light switch to the living room and hallway. The girls headed into the living room. “Umm, Buffy, this is my friend Tom. Tom this is my sister, Buffy.” Tom got up to shake Buffy’s hand.
“Uh, Dawn, I better get going. Let you two have a talk.”
“OK, call me later?”
“Wait, don’t go. I’ll come back later.”
Tom shook his head and grabbed his coat. “Nah, its OK. You two need to talk.” Tom swooped down to kiss Dawn’s cheek as he headed to the door. Dawn watched him get in his car and drive off.
Dawn came back, “OK, Sister o’ mine. What’s going on?”
“Um, nothing? Just wanted to spend some quality time with my favorite sister.” Buffy tried to smile.
“Buzz, try again. What’s wrong?”
“What makes you think anything is wrong?” Buffy started to fiddle with the hem of her shirt.
“Let’s see, tear tracks down your face, red eyes, the lack of a certain vampire at your side. Feel free to stop me when I am wrong.” Dawn folded her arms in front of her chest, waiting for an answer.
“We got into a fight… I think.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know if you got in a fight or not?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what happened. First, Giles called and was acting real weird about us not going out tonight to patrol. He was mean, Dawn. Real mean. And then we were talking about Giles and I said that I thought it was because of Angel…”
Dawn interrupted her. “Angel? You mentioned Angel? Knowing how Spike feels about him?”
“That shouldn’t matter. I love Spike, I told him, he knows that I love him and that I want to be with him.”
“Yeah, Drusilla also said the same thing and look where that got him. God, Buffy how could you?”
“Well, it’s not like I was running out to find him, I just said his name and something. Then he got all crazy and pushed me out of the room and closed it. I don’t even remembered what he said except that I should go to him and have a happy life or something. Awe, Dawnie, I don’t even know why he’s upset. I stood outside the room for a long time, trying to get him to talk to me, but he never opened the door. What am I going to do?”
“I think you need to talk.”
“Yeah, well… tried that, he shut me out. Won’t listen to me.” Buffy’s tears were running down her face again. Dawn came up to sit beside her sister and wrapped a comforting arm around Buffy’s shoulders.
“It’s OK, Buf. We will figure out something. I mean, he loves you and all. We will let him cool down a bit and then you two can talk.”
“What about Angel? If he really is in town… what if they meet up first? Angel doesn’t know about Spike and me… and I am not entirely sure he knows I am here… what if they get in a fight? What if…” Buffy trailed her sentence off. She didn’t want to think about the possible outcomes of when Angel found out about Spike and her. What if Angelus comes out, its almost happened before, Drusilla and Darla tried and almost succeeded. Lost in thought, Buffy didn’t know her sister went to get the door and she definitely didn’t hear or feel the new visitor to the house. “That’s it, I am done crying over him.” Buffy stated while wiping away her tears.
“Over who, Buff?” A masculine voice resonated through the living room. Looking up, Buffy recognized the tall figure in the room.
“Angel.” She promptly flew off the couch into his strong embrace.
~*~*~*~
“Bugger!” Spike swore as he watched her fly into his arms so quickly. Slowly, he turned away from the house and headed to the closest bar.