Author's Note: It's the last chapter. Enjoy all!

Previously: If you don't know, it probably doesn't matter now...

Bring.

Spike groaned and buried his dead deeper into the pillow.

Bring.

What the bloody hell was making that terrible racket? It sounded like those irritating little buzzing fairies had invaded his crypt.

Bring.

He lazily opened his eyes...and quickly realized that he wasn't in his crypt. Girly room done up in pastel colors, tiny blonde head pillowed on his chest, idiotic grin on his face – it only added up to one thing.

Bring!

"Aren't you gonna get that?" Buffy grumbled against him.

Spike looked at her askance. "'S your phone, luv."

"But you're closer," she insisted.

He looked at the device on the end table beside him as if it would bite.

BRING!

"Quick!" Buffy exclaimed. "Before the answering machine gets it!"

Spike dove for the phone and caught it just before the recorded message began. "Yeah?" he demanded, annoyed.

"Hey, Spike!" Dawn said way too cheerfully for this hour of the morning. He checked the clock. Er...make that afternoon.

"Bit?" he sighed and collapsed back onto the bed, getting an annoyed little humph from Buffy when he shook the mattress.

"I just wanted to call to let you know that I'm not coming back today...or tonight. See, we're going over to Stacy's for breakfast, and then I'm spending the afternoon with Christy at the mall, and then I'm sleeping over at Dana's..." she babbled out.

"An' all this jus' happened to come about last night?" he demanded skeptically.

"Er...OK, no. I had to call around like mad," she confessed. "Don't tell Buffy. She always gets pissed when she thinks I'm setting the two of you up."

"Not to worry, Nibblet," he said with a small smile.

"What's she say?" Buffy whispered in his ear, sliding her body up against him once more. She began to nibble it gently, and he fought back a moan.

"—but that was a long time ago," Dawn finished whatever she'd been saying on the other end while Spike had been completely distracted.

"Er, yeah," Spike said, fighting to keep his voice normal, "so you go do that, an' we'll see ya tomorrow."

" 'We'?" Dawn squealed with excitement.

"Oh yeah..." Even Spike wasn't sure if he was answering her question or responding to the feel of Buffy's tongue running down the center of his chest. "Bye then, Bit," he said hurriedly, eager to end the call, "and...thanks."

"You can repay me by not doing anything kinky anywhere near my room," she teased.

"No promises," he retorted with an evil little grin.

"Spike!" she exclaimed in exasperation. "You so owe me for this," she grumbled before hanging up.

The receiver slipped from Spike's hand onto the floor as Buffy moved to lean over him.

"Did I hear right?" Buffy whispered into his ear huskily. "You. Me. Bed. Alone. Till tomorrow?"

"Unless we get up for pesky things like food or drink," he teased.

Buffy murmured in response, resting her head back against his chest. "You left the phone off the hook," she finally commented.

Spike groaned. "You pick it back up," he tried to sound unwavering. "Bloody chit's already orderin' me around..." he grumbled under his breath.

Buffy bit back a laugh. "Actually," she informed him conspiratorially, "I was complimenting you on your clever strategy. Phone off the hook means no interruptions..." She left off suggestively before propping herself up on her forearms so that her mouth could more properly play with those flat, hard, little nipples of his.

He seemed to quite enjoy her attentions, whimpering softly in the back of his throat.

"Mmm," Buffy finally settled back down against him, "Spike-flavored."

"You like Spike-flavored?" he suggested with a leer. "'Cause 've got more where that came from, luv..." He rubbed his erection against her. "Straight from concentrate, too."

"Pig," Buffy said fondly, the smile on her face letting him know she was kidding.

"Got me you, din' it?" he countered.

"Actually," she informed him, "it was being all sweet and devoted and helpful and loving."

Spike mock-frowned. "I did this when?" he demanded gruffly.

Buffy laughed and crawled further onto him, lying right over his chest beneath the blankets. "You do it all the time," she told him softly, planting a quick, teasing kiss on the tip of his nose. "You're just a cuddly kitty cat under that bad ass image, aren't you?"

Spike growled and flashed his fangs in argument. Buffy quickly countered by gliding one index finger down the center of his chest straight into his rough curls and stopping to encircle the base of his swollen cock. He features melted back to human at her touch, and he closed his eyes and whimpered softly.

"See?" Buffy joked. "Kitty likes to have his tummy rubbed."

He opened one eye to glare at her. "'S not exactly my tummy you're rubbin'," he countered, incredibly satisfied with himself.

Buffy belatedly realized that her hand had taken on a mind of its own and was slowly stroking him up and down. "Oh well," she gave in, "this is better anyway..." She gripped him firmly around the base and just held him for a minute, getting used to his feel and size.

"Much better," he agreed.

"Hmm," Buffy agreed lazily. "You know, I feel like I've slept for days. What time is it?"

"One thirty," he replied into her hair. "Good thing we 'ad the presence of mind last night to close the shades."

"We didn't," she softly informed him. "I had to get up at four in the morning to make sure I didn't wake up next to a big pile of dust. But, I guess it was worth it..."

"You 'guess'?" he mock-scowled at her.

"I'm starting to appreciate it more and more," she teased, gesturing to where he was now fully erect within her hand.

"Not yet," he countered, "but you will soon..." He rolled over her as he spoke and slipped his hips between hers.

She eagerly opened up for him and let out a little sigh of completion when he was fully within her once more. They rocked slowly against each other, kissing and caressing all over as they did so.

After a minute, Buffy pulled his head down to her chest, turning his face into her shoulder. He held her tightly to him, still not quite believing that she was finally in his arms.

"B-Buffy?" he began cautiously.

She grunted for him to continue.

"Can we—?"

"—Talk?" Buffy finished his sentence for him with a wry smile, letting him turn back to face her once more. Her lips ended up mere inches from his. "You wanna talk, baby?" she teased. "You wanna talk like this?" She squeezed her internal muscles around him, and he let out a little whimper. She decided she liked that sound. She squeezed him again...

He kissed her softly, gently, just once before pulling away. "'S not fair," he pouted, jutting out that delicious lower lip of his. "You've got an unfair advantage."

"Me?" Buffy said in disbelief, her eyes never leaving that lip. "I'm the one who has to try to concentrate with the massive vampire cock inside me!" she exclaimed.

" 'Massive'?" he repeated with a small smile.

She sighed in frustration and decided that she'd let that lower lip go untasted for far too long. She nibbled at it softly, eliciting a low, grumbling moan.

"So," she teased lightly, pulling back and squeezing her inner muscles around him again, "whaddaya wanna talk about?"

"I. Love. You," he gasped out between nearly unbearable twinges of pleasure.

Her expression softened. "I know," she said gently, stroking the side of his face. "I get it now; really, I do..."

"No," he shook his head and caught her hips, stilling her. "Y-You said..." He looked away shyly, his face crumbling when he realized that she hadn't said it back...

And suddenly Buffy didn't find this so amusing any more. "Hey, Spike," she whispered softly against his temple. "Will you look at me, baby? Please?"

He reluctantly turned back to her, and she let her lips almost brush his once more. Her hips began rocking against his with a bit more force.

He sighed and shut his eyes when she leaned in a bit closer, anticipating her kiss...

It didn't come. Instead, her lips held just a millimeter below his, so that only the tiniest motion was necessary from them brush.

"I love you," Buffy said.

His eyes widened.

"I love you," she repeated, and he suddenly realized what she was up to. Every time she hit the 'L' in the word 'love', her tongue would flick out ever-so-slightly and brush his lips. "I love you," she did it again.

"I love you," Spike countered, brushing down against her own lips.

Buffy let out a contented little murmur and increased her pace. Spike picked up the tempo as well, both of them deciding at the same moment that they'd lost the patience for sweet and tender.

Spike continued to pound into her with his full power, clutching her desperately to him as he did so and saying her name in a heady little gasp with each push.

Buffy's nails grazed softly over his shoulder blades, her face twisted with pleasure. She was close now; she could feel it. Spike seemed to be everywhere: above her, inside her, around her, his hands caressing every bit of burning the flesh the second before she realized that that's exactly where she needed his touch, his lips claiming hers once more, soft and powerful all at once.

She pulled away when the sensations became too much to bear. "I love you," Buffy whispered softly against his ear. "I love you so much, Spike."

"Love you too, kitten," he agreed, allowing her words to wash over him and send him over the edge.

She came with him, enjoying the myriad of sensations when his Buffy-warmed cock spilled cool seed within her.

Together, they fell back down to the bed and just rested there, still wrapped in each other's arms, for a long time.

Finally, Buffy stirred beneath him and batted on his shoulder slightly. "C'mon, Spikey," she goaded softly. "Get up."

"Don' wanna," he countered eloquently against her breast.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "I'm hungry," she insisted.

"Food unnecessary."

"Spike!"

"Oh, bugger..." he complained, finally rolling off of her.

"Maybe later," Buffy retorted coyly.

That opened his eyes. He gave her that same confused, disbelieving look he always got every time she said something remotely risqué around him. Buffy figured he'd better get used to it fast, or he was going to be gaping like a fish for the rest of his unlife.

"C'mon," she caught his hand, "I don't wanna go alone..."

"Do I have to get dressed?" he whimpered.

"Clothing is discouraged," she informed him, pulling the blankets back and giving him and good, long look up and down. "Definitely discouraged," she said to herself, licking her lips. Sure, she'd always known he had a body to die for, but she hadn't known it was this nice...

He took the hand she offered him and let her pull him to her feet. They exchanged a couple of quick kisses before Buffy reluctantly pulled away and led him downstairs.

He leaned back against the kitchen counter, displaying his body proudly before her, as she set to make herself lunch. "You like ham?" she asked over her shoulder.

He found himself touched that she'd make him a sandwich, too. "Yeah," he agreed.

She slapped the rest of the ingredients together and put the sandwiches on a plate from the cupboard, setting it on the counter between them before she took hers.

He watched her curiously as she took the first bite, trying to fathom what exactly was going on in her head, then shrugged and began to wolf down his own sandwich. Food never lasted long around him – a fact which Buffy had complained about numerous times in the past.

She watched him eat, a slight smile on her face.

"What?" he finally demanded.

"You're not like I imagined," she said simply.

He raised one eyebrow. "'m pretty much myself," he countered, nabbing a bag of chips from the cabinet and helping himself.

Buffy rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Exactly," she agreed. "Something was supposed to happen. Something bad. There just should be no way that I can get away with sleeping with you and not have it turn into some sort of catastrophe. I'm expecting you to go psycho any minute now. Either that, or an apocalypse," she teased.

He shook his head. "You're a piece o' work, Slayer. You know that?"

She giggled. "So are you," she countered, licking the remaining mayonnaise off of her fingers. "It takes quite a man to defeat the Buffy Summers curse."

"Not all men are..." he trailed off, embarrassed.

"No," she agreed softly, "they're not." She took the chips from his hand and set them down on the counter. "I don't think Rhitias had ever dealt with a real man before," she commented. "I think that's how you tricked him so easily. He just couldn't imagine that you wouldn't be tempted by his offer..."

"Was tempted," he countered. "'E even offered me the spell at the end there."

"And you wanted to take it?" she asked.

He sighed. "No, not really," he admitted, "wanted ta get back to you."

"And that's why I love you," she informed him gently, resting her hands on his hips and pulling his body up against hers, letting their needy flesh brush together. "You're always there for me, Spike, even when I'm too stubborn to admit that I need you..."

"You need me?" he repeated with a delighted little smile.

She laughed. "No one's ever made me feel like this before," she admitted. One of her hands lazily reached up to run through his hair. "I felt excited and alive and...happy. I'm in love with you, but I'm still having fun. And what's up with that, anyway?"

"Tha's how 's s'posed to be," he pointed out.

"Yeah," she agreed, "who knew, huh? Who ever would've guessed that we fit together so...perfectly?"

He snorted derisively. "Me, for one," he felt obliged to point out. "Tried to tell you, too, but no...you 'ad to be all stubborn an'—an' infuriatin'!"

"You've got your own infuriating moments, baby," she countered. "It's part of your charm."

"Yours, too," he agreed with a shy smile.

She reached up to kiss him, pressing her body snuggly against his as she did so. "Hmm, this is nice," she sighed against his throat, "you, me, man, woman, Vampire, Slayer – equals... Feels right for once."

"I was gonna go with 'wicked' or 'sinful'," he teased, "but the sentiment's the same."

"Humph," she whapped him lightly on the shoulder and jutted out her lower lip.

He caught it in his almost instantly, and it was quite a while before either of them was able to speak again.

When Spike finally did regain his non-existent breath, he gently placed his lips against her forehead. "Can't promise you 'll be perfect, luv," he told her seriously. "In fact, 'll prob'ly do some right stupid things – we both will. But I can promise to try my best, an' I can promise there'll never be a dull moment..."

"A dull moment?" she teased. "With Spike? Impossible."

He managed to blush a bit at her compliment. "What 'm askin', luv," he said slightly nervously, "is...you know 'm yours, forever or as long as you need me—"

"Forever sounds good," she agreed.

"But—"

"Yes, Spike," she cut him off with one finger to his lips. "I'm yours, too," she answered his question before he could even ask it. "I-I've been waiting a long time—"

"Not as long as I have," he insisted.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, not as long as you have," she conceded. "But I spent so long waiting that... I guess now I'm ready to really try."

"Doin' a bang-up job so far," he whispered into her ear. "An A for effort an' enthusiasm."

"What about for creativity?" she said with a sly smile, opening up the freezer door behind her and removing a container of chocolate ice cream. "I don't know about you," she teased, looking him up and down and licking her lips, "but I'm up for...dessert..."

A wicked little leer curled across his lips. But, then, before he could say anything, a low rumble began deep in his chest.

Buffy gave him a curious look before laying one hand on his chest to feel the source of the sound. "Are you..." she began, giggling slightly, "...purring?" she finally finished.

He shrugged, embarrassed. "'S what vampires do when they get all happy an' content an'..."

"Angel never purred," Buffy commented.

"Yeah, well, Angel's a poofter," Spike insisted.

Buffy laughed at that. "Hmm," she said, placing her palm over his heart and enjoying the vibrations, "well, I like it...bet we can find tons of fun things to do with it..."

"Speakin' of which," he agreed, "'m feelin' a mite peckish."

She dangled the ice cream in front of him. "C'mon, baby," she caught his hand, "let's go up to bed. It's time for all our dreams to come true..."

Yup, that's the end. Sorry to see this one go, but there's always another on the horizon. ~_^ So, without further ado, the end notes:

1. Sequel? Again, probably not. One isn't being planned at the moment, anyway.

2. But you're still gonna write smut, right? Oh yeah... For my next big NC17 saga, you're looking for a story called 'Blue Horizons'. However, I want to finish 'The Seventh Slayer' before I start a new, very long series. So 'Blue Horizons' won't start for another week or so.

3. But, does that mean we have to wait a whole week for more Kantayra smut?! Never fear, dear reader. I could never leave you without your B/S fix for that long. ~_^ I'll be writing short, one-part smut pieces in the interim. You won't have to go without Spike nudity for long. (See, I'm not that evil? ^_^)

Thanks once again to everyone who gave me feedback on this story. It's been a pleasure to write, just like all those before it. Be sure to give me any final comments you might have, and I'll see you next time...