As soon as they reached
the mansion, Willow and Xander set about making arrangements for their
unexpected guests. Buffy had decided that they should hide out at the
mansion for a few more days, until they were sure that any Initiative
soldiers possibly staking out her house were gone. Spike had been
pretty sure that it would be safe to go back to her house, as the
soldiers would have left once they had made their little raid and
discovered that the house had been deserted, but Buffy had thought it
best to play it safe.
According to the general's notes, when the special unit came to
investigate the lock down, they would call in all the soldiers who had
been a part of the Initiative and reassign them. So, Buffy thought it
safe to assume that once the special unit had been and gone, it would
be safe to return to their homes – but not before.
Buffy and Spike were still too busy drinking in each other's presence
to be of much help to Willow and Xander in the search for what seemed
to be an impossible amount of bedding. Not to mention beds. But Willow
didn't mind, and Xander was just glad to have something to keep his
eyes occupied in a direction other than the tattered old sofa in the
corner, where the Slayer sat with her vampire lover.
Buffy slowly drew away from the latest of many kisses, and let out a
little half-moan, half-whine. "My mom's gonna kill me," she pointed
out. "One vampire in the basement was enough to make her wanna leave
town. Now I've got what – like – fifteen?"
"Exactly," Spike nodded with a smile. His expression became thoughtful
for a moment before he went on, "You know – they don't have to stay in
your house, Buffy – unless you think they should," he hurriedly added,
not wanting to appear to be trying to put one over on her, wanting to
be sure she knew the decision was still in her hands.
"But," he went on cautiously. "this old place is just sitting
here...abandoned...no one making any use of it...it's kind of an ideal
habitat so to speak for vampires, love..."
She smiled slowly as his idea began to take shape in her head. "We
could fix it up a little...I mean, it's *really* run down..."
"Nothing much wrong with it from a vampire's point of view, love," he
pointed out. "Needs a good cleaning and some proper furniture, but then
it'll be right perfect."
She nodded slowly, her smile widening as she thought about it. But
there was still a certain apprehension in her eyes. Her smile fading,
she looked him in the eye and asked softly, "Will they always listen to
you, Spike?"
He did not respond for a moment. "They've never known anything but
slavery, love," he finally replied, holding her gaze with his sapphire
eyes. "All they know is doing what they're told. And I'm their sire.
They'll do as I say."
"Even when you're not around?" she asked anxiously. "Not just when
you're with them?"
He nodded. "Oh, yes, love. The sire's hold on a childe is a bit
stronger than that. But I figure to be close by most of the time."
Her smile became playful as she pulled him closer to her and said
knowingly, "Oh, there'll be a lot of time when they'll be on their own,
Baby. They're not the only thing you're gonna have to take care of."
His eyes darkened with desire at the look on her face, and he held her
tighter as well. "Well, of course, I'll have to find time for *all* my
responsibilities," he conceded, kissing her again.
She returned the kiss aggressively, pushing him back against the couch
under her, pulling him closer to her with a hand behind his head and an
arm around his waist. When his hand at the small of her back began a
slow slide downward, she felt her heartbeat quicken, and one of her
hands somehow found its way between them, trailing downward from his
waistband.
"Ahem!" Xander said loudly, walking into the room with about a half
dozen fledglings in tow.
Buffy and Spike quickly separated, aware of the completely undignified
position they had just been caught in, and how unlikely the sight was
to create any kind of respect in the vampire children in their charge.
As if reading their thoughts, Xander muttered as he leaned down to set
a stack of blankets on the unoccupied part of the sofa, "Not in front
of the children, Buffy."
Buffy rolled her eyes at him, but she was blushing bright red.
"We *really* need to find some bloody privacy!" Spike muttered to her
under his breath.
Suddenly, Buffy was *absolutely certain* that the soldiers would have
left her house by now. "Better safe than sorry" no longer sounded like
such good advice to her. She suddenly jumped to her feet, pulling Spike
with her by the hand. "You know, we are *soo* gonna need a lot more
blankets than that! And – and pillows and stuff..." she began, nodding
innocently when faced with Xander's skeptical smirk. "We have lots of
stuff at my house...Spike and I'll go get them..."
"Whatever," Xander said, shaking his head.
"Hey, Buff?" Willow stopped her just before they rushed out the door.
"Yeah?"
Willow continued, all wide-eyed innocence, as she placed the keys to
her van in Buffy's hand. "You might wanna test them out – make sure
they're – warm enough, or whatever."
Buffy's blush heightened, and her eyes widened in shock. Was this
coming from *Willow*? "Shut up," she muttered as she dragged Spike
behind her out the door, not wanting to give anyone else the chance to
say anything.
Ten minutes later, Buffy slowly, deliberately closed and locked the
front door of her house behind them, turning to brace her back against
it as she gave Spike a slow smile.
"Alone at last," she said in an exaggeratedly suggestive voice.
He laughed softly, taking her in his arms again as she slowly backed
him toward the staircase. But by the time they reached them, their lips
were already pressed together again, and neither of them was watching
where they were going, so they just tumbled down onto the stairs.
Giggling, feeling like a schoolgirl again, Buffy pushed off of him and
pulled him to his feet. Wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling
him close, she whispered against his lips, "Maybe we should try to make
it upstairs."
"Right," he whispered back, kissing her again.
With an extreme force of will they separated just far enough and long
enough to make it up the stairs to her room, where Buffy wasted no time
in performing her usual routine of pushing him down onto the bed, as
they hastily fumbled at the confines of each other's clothing.
But tonight, Spike had other ideas.
"You know, love," he murmured in a low, throaty voice that sent shivers
all through her, as he slipped her shirt back off her shoulders with
smooth, cool fingers, and then slowly traced those fingers from her
shoulders down her arms to intertwine with hers. "I'm thinking we ought
to try a different position."
And suddenly he flipped her over so that she was on her back on the
bed, and he was over her, pinning her to the mattress by her hands he
held in his own. Instinctively she pulled up against his hands, though
she didn't really want to get away – and found that she couldn't,
anyway. His grip was too strong.
Her eyes widened with realization as he gave her a slow, seductive
smile. Had he always been this strong, and only restrained by the chip
in his head? The chip that had made him unable to resist as she had
held him like this, pinned to the bed in his suite at the Initiative?
Not that he had wanted to resist – as she didn't want to, now.
The look in his eyes made her feel weak all over, and the shivers
started again up and down her spine – but in a very, very good way.
That look said that Spike had had enough of submission. Tonight was her
turn.
Slowly, a wicked glint in his ice-blue eyes, he brought her wrists
together above her head and held them with one hand, freeing the other
to wind a slow trail down her body. His leisurely, light touch made
promises that she was desperate for him to fulfill by the time it
finally reached its destination, and her back arched up in pleasure at
the anticipated contact.
"Oh, God! Oh, Spike!" she gasped, and he smiled with satisfaction as he
continued. This time he was the one administering the divine torture,
using his hand with an expert touch to bring her desperately close,
while still holding her back.
"Please, Spike, oh please!" she moaned, and it was almost a sob, as he
dropped his head to her throat to kiss her, his very talented fingers
still working, gentle and firm at all the right places and moments, to
bring her to the brink of her release.
She longed to pull him closer, to kiss him, to *touch* him, but was at
his mercy, restrained by his gentle yet powerful grip.
She gasped again as she felt herself nearing the edge, only to remain
unfulfilled, by his teasing touch.
"Do you want me, Buffy?" he whispered in her ear, following the
question with more soft kisses from below her ear down to her shoulder.
She knew exactly what it was that he was really asking. "Yes! Oh, God,
yes, I want you!" she gasped. "Please, please, Spike, *now*!"
And so he granted her urgent plea, and released her wrists to hold him
to her as they moved together in perfect rhythm, her desperate
clutching fingers raking her nails lightly down his back and eliciting
a gasp of pleasure from those perfect, trembling lips.
Buffy smiled to herself, in the moment before her ecstasy consumed her.
There were still some things within her control.
Hours later, they lay still entwined with each other in her bed,
utterly spent. Spike leaned up on one arm, just gazing at her
contentedly as she snuggled against him, his free hand idly playing
with her hair.
"You know," she said teasingly, "You just proved, you've still got a
lot to learn about being good."
"Right, love," he replied, an eyebrow raised as his twinkling blue eyes
caught hers. "Like the whole part about lying to your friends so you
can sneak off and shag your boyfriend? That part of being good?"
Buffy looked momentarily shamed – but not too much. She smiled, "Okay,
so I've got a lot to learn, too."
"Yeah," he murmured, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her
closer. "But I'm not in any hurry for you to learn it, love. I'm happy
knowing you've still got a bit of bad in you when I want it." And he
leaned in to kiss her again, slowly and thoroughly, possessing her with
his mouth.
When they finally parted, her eyes were hazy with a heady mixture of
pleasure and exhaustion. "Me too, Baby," she whispered as she leaned
her head back on his arm beneath her and gazed contentedly up into his
adoring eyes. "Me too."
A/N: I know there could be a lot more story from this point, and I'll
probably do a sequel later, but this seemed like a good ending point
for this particular tale. I've got a couple of new projects I'm
starting, so it might be a bit on a sequel but I'll probably do one
later telling how things play out with the new little "vampire family"
and Buffy and Spike's fledgling relationship. Thanks everybody for
reading and all your wonderful feedback!! It keeps me writing, and
writing fast!! LOL Thanks again! -- Jessi