Rough Prompt – 17

As Buffy made her way towards the library, she wondered what her watcher's reaction would be. She'd given him her dream journal and told him only that he needed to read it by himself and take the time to come to terms with what it said. She knew it would be hard for him. He'd already lost his love to one vampire; she really couldn't see him happily accepting that she was destined to be with another. But she knew him. He was so bound by duty that he'd accept the portent from the dream. It would take him a little while, but he would get there. She hoped.

Willow would not be a happy little camper either; especially not after the whole-bottle-in-the-face incident. That in itself was going to take a lot of major best friend time, puppy dog eyes, pouting, and gallons of ice cream. And that was just from her. No telling what the redhead would require from the blond vampire, who was so getting his ass kicked if he didn't get over the ho-bag sire with a quickness factor of, oh, say, yesterday!

The one bit of advice Jesse had given her that she could totally relate to was the butting out- especially where her love life was concerned- of the big nose that belonged to one Alexander Harris. If she had to bring out the big guns for that little confrontation she would. Hyena possession would definitely be getting a mention!

Angel was going to be an ass. There was no way around it. But if she could get the others on side and have them all drum into him that this was sanctioned by the Powers, then hopefully he wouldn't go all damage bound. Maybe.

The one thing she was happy about was that at least she had her mom on side. And how freaky was that? Her mom hated Angel, soul and all, but she genuinely liked soulless Spike. She'd even given Buffy pointers on how to convince the blond pain in her ass that he needed to change sides and love interests. And didn't that just beat all on the wigginess scale?

But it was Giles that she needed, wanted, to support her. He was the closest thing she had to a father. Well, one that actually cared about her anyway, and she needed him to be okay with this. He'd been so hurt; she couldn't bear to hurt him further. As strange as it might seem, she was sort of alright with this kink in her destiny. Her slayer side was fine with it...Buffy the girl was terrified. Her heart felt so raw and fragile, and she really didn't want to be hurt again.

As she walked through the library doors, she looked at her watcher with trepidation. He gently smiled at the frightened girl and she let out the relieved breath that she hadn't known she was holding.

Holding up a hand before she could run to hug him in appreciation, Giles stilled her movement. "I have one request, Buffy," he spoke sternly, his expression completely serious.

Buffy gulped as she stared at him with wide eyed innocence.

"I want to be there when Angel is informed."

~*~*~

Buffy sauntered through the night, the vampires and demons seemed to have taken the night off and this gave her the time she needed to process the Scoobie conversations her Slayer dream had inspired.

Giles had not been the only one to surprise her with the easy acceptance of Spike as her future. Willow had also given her approval.

When Buffy asked her why she was being all support-o girl, the little red-headed witch had recanted the tale of her kidnapping, stating that Spike's actions in his heartbroken state had been similar to Buffy's after Angel had gone all uber bad, and if he could feel that way, then he'd probably love as deeply as Buffy did, too. So even if she did have some issues, she'd forgiven Angel for her fish and that had hurt way more, so forgiving threats was kinda easy.

Xander's reaction had been expected. He'd stayed silent, in shock, for all of three seconds and then let loose a string of denial-boy 'nos', followed by a few 'didn't you learn your lesson the last time' type comments, then rounded it all off with a very definite 'I forbid it'.

Giles had popped right in with a very British reaction. His tone had been full of disdain when he asked Xander, "By what right do you assume you can 'forbid' Buffy to do anything?"

Buffy snickered at the memory of the look on the brunette teen's face as he quickly back-peddled.

When Giles had gone on to derisively ask Xander if he was under some delusion that he was a fit mate for a slayer, the poor guy had just blushed an interesting shade of magenta. Clearly unwilling for there to be any doubt left in the boy's mind, the watcher had rammed home his final point.

"My research has shown that a person under the possession of a Hyena spirit will act out their deepest and darkest fantasies. Buffy is aware of this. And while you may not remember what happened while you were possessed, I can assure you that Buffy does. The fact that the abhorrent words and actions you perpetrated against my slayer came from within you, regardless of the fact that in all probability you would never, in your right mind, act on those desires, does not change that fact that those urges are present. Were you able to successfully deal with the more physical aspects of the incompatibility between slayers and humans, the fact that Buffy sees you as a brother, and her complete lack of interest in you, you would still not be chosen as a suitable partner for her because of what happened. You tried to rape her. I would advise you to abandon your unreasonable little fantasy and start accepting and supporting Buffy's destiny....or leave. Her mate has been chosen and it is not up for discussion. However, if you are able to accept this fact for what it is, we would appreciate your input when we inform Angel of the new situation."

Buffy had watched as a myriad of expressions flashed over Xander's face; anger, embarrassment, chagrin, acceptance, and finally amusement. Clearly the thought of Angel's reaction was worth the concept of playing nice with the peroxide haired vampire. It was only after she'd passed on Jesse's message that she saw a level of peace enter his eyes.

Buffy grinned to herself as the entire meeting replayed itself in her mind. The subject of the meeting inevitably led her thoughts to Spike.

'Stupid, ho loving vampire.' she thought, pouting. 'Stupid Powers; sending me the dream after he's already gone back to Morticia the insane-o vamp. Why not just send me a slayer dream saying 'here's your nicely wrapped Christmas present, Buffy. Oh, but you can't open it for like a gazillion years!' Why is nothing ever easy in my life? Being the Slayer so sucks.'

"Hello, cutie."

~*~*~

Spike paced around the ground level of his new crypt. Images of the night before flashed past his minds eye, with Drusilla's words acting as an unwanted soundtrack. 'I can still see her floating all around you, laughing. Why? Why won't you push her away? You're all covered with her. I look at you...all I see is the Slayer'.

He shook his head, trying to dislodge the thoughts. If he didn't get himself under control soon, he was going to end up as barmy as Dru.

"But she called my name," he whispered.

With a roar of frustration, he threw his hands up and stormed out of the crypt and into the night. He had places to be and things to kill. He swore to himself as he charged through Sunnydale that if he ran across the individual responsible for his lack of sleep, he'd teach her exactly why he was called the 'Big Bad'.

He didn't question once why his victims that night were of the supernatural category.

As Spike re-entered Restfield cemetery, an alluring scent assaulted him and a vision appeared.

"Hello, cutie."

~*~*~

Buffy froze. For an instant her mind argued with her ears. 'Nuh uh, that so is not him.' She slowly turned to face the last individual she had expected to see.

'What the hell is he doing here? He's supposed to be on his way back to...'

Rage filled her at the very thought of the dark-haired vampiress that owned his heart. Insecurity fuelled the fire. The idea that her vampire could be enamoured with someone else had her ire exploding into wrath that would only be quenched with violence.  

"BASTARD!" she screamed as she launched into a flurry of debilitating punches, her mind unhinged by the idea of his non-existent betrayal.

To him; her features– warped by fury- became an image of a Valkyrie warrior, a battling siren, Circe, Helen, Cassandra, Aphrodite. Beauty incarnate. Her strikes obliged him to respond in kind. Blow for blow. A resumption of their dance.

"What in the bloody hell are you on about, Slayer?" he snarled as he landed a superb left hook.

Shaking it off, she responded with a leaping spin kick, knocking him to the ground. "Don't even," she snapped nonsensically as he kipped back to his feet.

Completely stumped by her anger, which was apparently directed at him for some imagined transgression that he had supposedly committed, the confused vampire was at a loss to know what to say. "Huh?"

Momentarily distracted by her heaving bosom, he failed to notice her glare. A roundhouse kick had him stumbling into the side of a crypt.

"Bloody hell, woman! Give a vamp a chance. You're acting nuttier than Dru at her worse."

Incensed, not only the reminder of the hated vampiress, but by the suggestion that her own sanity might be in question, Buffy flew at him with a screech of rage. Grabbing hold of the lapels of his duster, she yanked him to her, grinding her mouth against his and splitting his lip with the force of their joining.

After a moment of stunned shock, Spike snarled as he grabbed her by the arms and spun, pinning her small frame to the side of a handy mausoleum and returned her ravaging kiss with pent-up passion.

With a quick display of strength, Buffy twisted until his back slammed into the cold marble, then climbed up his body like a monkey. She released his lips for a hurried breath before returning to her assault of that sinful mouth.

While Spike used his tongue to force her lips apart, Buffy snaked a hand between them and released his throbbing cock. Mindless with the need to possess him entirely, she ripped her soaked panties from her body and plunged herself down on his turgid length.

With a dual gasp of stunned disbelief, they both froze.

Spike's look of awe was soon replaced with one of lustful ferocity, his blue eye's so dark they were almost black. Capturing her lips with hungry passion, he twisted until her back once again met cold marble.

Undulating his hips slowly at first, his momentum quickly increased. Buffy wrenched her head to the side, gasping for air, her moans of pleasure increasing as he laved her neck with his tongue, all the while keeping up the unrelenting rhythm that built the fire within them both.

She rolled her eyes as the pleasure built to incredible heights. Her mind was numb, but her body was bathed in bliss.

He plunged into her, his unrelenting strokes stoking the fire and building the intense pressure to new levels. As she neared her peak, Buffy threw her head back, bucking her hips and grinding herself harder against him.

The perfect, tanned skin of her throat beckoned him. Mindless with lust, Spike slipped into game face and let his fangs slide home.

Implosion.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as she screamed his name in sweet release. The vice-like grip of her internal muscles, combined with the ambrosia that slid down his throat instigated his own roar of completion.

Spike held her trembling body close as they floated back from the heavens, stroking her back gently as he lovingly tended his mark. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, he lifted his head and grinned into her slumberous eyes.

"Dunno what the hell that was all about, luv, but feel free to jump me any time!"