Replacement by sus

Author: sus
Summary: They were meant to be. The council thought they knew better than The Powers, as well as her friends. An enemy from the future changes the past.
Author's Note:
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Violence, Adult Language, Sexual Situations


Chapter 40: Replacement

"Come." Buffy took Spike's hand and pulled him to the only chair in the room, where she raised her hands to his shoulders and pushed his coat down his arms. Buffy folded the coat neatly and placed it over the back of the chair. Then she bent her knees to crouch down in front of him, helping him with his boots.

After Spike had kicked off his boots, it was his turn to kneel down and help Buffy take off her shoes. Down on the floor, kneeling on one knee, Spike just had to look up at her and couldn't help basking in the love shining from her eyes. Spike knew Buffy saw that same look of wonder and devotion in his gaze too.

He took her hands in his and stood. Their eyes were locked for a moment, wrapping them in their feelings almost like they were being covered by a warm blanket. Hand in hand, they turned as one and entered the bathroom.

Spike pulled Buffy’s top over her head. He crumpled it in one hand, as the other lightly touched her breast, teasingly circling a nipple.

Buffy could feel moisture form between her folds. When spike removed his hand from her breast, she lifted hers to Spike's shoulders and pushed off his red shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then her hands reached for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

Spike's arms went around her, and found the zipper in the back of her skirt. He tugged sharply downwards, letting the swirl of fabric join his shirt on the floor. The buttons of Spike’s jeans took a bit of work for Buffy, before she could push them down his legs. After she had removed them from his feet, on her way back up, Buffy couldn’t resist the temptation and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his erection.

A hiss escaped through his clenched teeth. Her hot breath on his cock had made him swell even more. The kiss had taken him completely by surprise, his body taut and shaking with the desire to grab her. Spike used all the control he had gained over the years as a vampire to stop his impulse to jump her.

Spike opened his eyes when Buffy cupped his cheek, looking worried. Smiling softly, he turned his head and kissed her palm. Buffy let her hand fall down, as Spike raised his to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Then he leaned in and stole a kiss before he bent in his knees to pull off her red thong, the last thing left on her body.

Standing up, Spike let his eyes roam over Buffy. He opened his mouth to speak, but then changed his mind. They hadn’t yet spoken a word while undressing each other. This pocket of time seemed holy to them. Their silence was appropriate.

Again together, hands entwined, they turned to the shower.

Buffy took the sponge, while Spike turned the water on. With the soaped up sponge, she started to wash him down, beginning with his shoulders and moving down over his abs.

Spike twisted a bit when the sponge touched his side. It tickled, something that Buffy didn’t know about him, and definitely something to remember for a rainy day.

Down on her knees, she gestured for him to lift his foot and proceeded to wash it, toe by toe. His other foot got the same treatment.

Still on her knees, Buffy stretched up and took the body wash, squished a big dollop out into her hand. After she had lathered the soap up, Buffy took a firm grip on Spike's erection with one hand, her small fingers just barely reaching around it. Her other hand cradled his scrotum.

Her soap covered hand on his erection moved up and down, while the other played with his balls, taking extra care that he was clean.

The way Buffy was cleaning him made Spike whimper in need, but after just a few more strokes, she released him. Buffy stood up and pushed his shoulder to make him turn, washing his back when he cooperated.

Thinking she was finished, Spike started to turn around, but she stopped him again with a hand on his back. Gently, Buffy pulled him under the water, then reached for his shampoo. He moaned in bliss as she massaged the lather into his scalp.

After he had rinsed the soap out of his hair, Spike reached for her special brand of body wash, the one that smelled like vanilla.

He poured a large portion out into his palm, rubbing his hands together. When his hands were completely covered in foam, Spike reached for Buffy. Buffy moaned in bliss when he was finally touching her naked skin.

Spike washed Buffy with his bare hands. He started at her shoulders, massaging them lightly, getting the tension out of them. A long time was spent at her breasts. They had never been this thoroughly washed before, her nipples standing at attention in response to his caress.

Buffy was sure this was his evil revenge: torture by petting. Leaning back in the shower, she pushed her breasts into his hands.

Spike's hands moved over Buffy's stomach, with short trips back to her breasts and the sides of her torso. On his knees, he concentrated on Buffy's sex, parting her lips in his quest for cleanliness.

Stroking her hip with one hand, the thumb on his other hand circled her clit. As Spike finally moved his hand down her thigh, the other left her sex and moved up to Buffy's neglected hip.

One leg at a time, Spike used both of his hands to slowly cover Buffy in a thin layer of soap. Up and down he went. He occasionally brushed lightly against her sex, teasing her.

Spike washed her feet and found that he wasn’t the only one who was ticklish. He stood and pulled her under the water.

First he washed her hair with shampoo. After rinsing that out, he worked conditioner through it. From experience, Spike knew the conditioner had to stay in her hair for a while, so he piled it up on the top of her head. That done, her hair was out of the way so he could wash her back.

Leaning into the wall, Buffy’s hands supported her body, relaxing under Spike's attention. His fingers were digging into her flesh, kneading her muscles.

Buffy felt boneless when Spike pulled her under the tepid water. He had to support her, or she would have fallen like a rag doll.

Chest to chest, Spike was getting the soap out of her hair, as she nuzzled into his throat. He straightened her up, looked her over, and make sure she was free of any soap before he took a dive under the water again himself.

Buffy's legs had steadied after Spike released her. She reached for the bowls that were still sitting on the counter, and turned back to Spike with one in each hand.

Spike shook his head like a dog coming in from the rain, a hand reaching up to run through his hair. When he saw Buffy watching him, he stood still and looked at her, tilting his head.

She handed one of the bowls to Spike.

They locked eyes for a moment, before Buffy held her hand under the shower and collected a little water, mixing it into the herbs.

Spike did the same, and then turned off the shower. Buffy started to spread the herbs out over his body. He copied her, taking advantage of the opportunity to once again caress her soft skin.

When they were both covered in the fragrant paste, Buffy took Spike's hands in hers and chanted for a while.

Spike wanted to start the water running again and step under the shower to get the herbs off his skin, but Buffy kept hold of his hands, stopping him. She released one of Spike's hands and ran it over his chest, he grabbed it and looked down. The herbs were gone. He looked up and raised an eyebrow in question.

The only answer he got was a smile and a shrug as she turned to lead him out of the room. Slightly damp, they stepped into the circle, careful not to disturb the herbs Buffy had poured out earlier.

Buffy passed Spike the lighter that she had told him to place on the nightstand and pecked him on his lips, before she moved to the other side of the bed.

She took the matches that were on her beside table and started to light the tea lights. A glance at Spike showed that he was doing the same on his side of the bed. By the time all the lights were burning with a steady flame, Buffy and Spike were dry.

When Buffy and Spike met in the middle of the bed, the only illumination in the room came from the tea lights and the flames from the fireplace. Gentle, tentative kisses were shared, hands caressed with soft touches, until their desire flared and took over.

Their tongues met in a duel, hands roaming over skin, their bodies tight together. They were both ready to explode. Their break to light the candles hadn’t done anything to diminish the desire they had built up in the shower.

Buffy tore away from Spike’s mouth, gasping for breath. Spike nibbled and licked down her throat, pushing Buffy onto her back as he moved down to her breasts. Slowly, he licked around her areola, his hands moving up and down her torso.

It had been so long since Buffy had felt Spike's weight on her, and to finally experience it again was heaven. Buffy tangled her hands in Spike's hair and held him to her, gasping for breath and arching her back.

Finally, after he had teased her for a couple of minutes, Spike sucked her right nipple into his mouth. Not wanting her other breast to feel left out, he soon changed side and began to tug on her neglected peak.

Spike felt as if he was in dreamland. Never had he felt loved like this. This was his soon-to-be-mate, a living, breathing being. She was so warm. He'd never felt anything like this. Even when he had fed from them, women had never been this warm. Were all women like this in bed? He had no idea. Drusilla liked to stray, not him. He was Love's Bitch. Faithful as a dog. A one woman man.

A growl erupted from Spike's chest as his eyes turned yellow. Spike immediately let go of the nipple he had been sucking on and hid his face.

An insistent tug on his hair forced Spike to look up, blue eyes moist. He opened his mouth, feeling guilty and needed to apologize for his lack of control.

Buffy placed a finger on his lips and smiled softly, her love for him clearly to see.

She pulled at his shoulders, and made him move up to face her. Buffy kissed him with passion, paying special attraction to the skin that hid his canines.

Another growl escaped, this time deeper, as his eyes turned color and his canines dropped. Spike looked into her eyes then, and realized it was okay. Buffy loved the demon as much as she loved the man.

Letting his control go, Spike changed completely. Ridges broke the surface of his skin, and his canines grew longer. Buffy's hands lovingly trekked across the ridges on Spike's forehead, before she moved to those over his nose.

Through golden eyes, Spike watched her express her love for his demon. Spike was confused: his demon was shaking and Spike didn’t understand why. The only other time his demon had reacted this way was when he was helpless in the hands of Angelus. This time through, William knew his demon had nothing to fear.

Buffy moved forward and dropped a kiss on Spike's nose, just under his ridges.

Suddenly, Spike's vision became hazy, and shaking his head didn’t help. It wasn't until he felt moisture on his cheeks that Spike understood. Spike's demon was overwhelmed by the emotions coming his way.

Nobody had ever loved them both, not even Dru. Drusilla had been more interested in William’s caring side, wanting him to play the role of her nursemaid and take care of her.

Buffy brushed his tears away and kissed his cheek before finding his mouth. Her hands roamed over Spike's back, cupped his bottom and pulling him close. Spike clung to her and tried to burrow even closed to the warmth and acceptance she offered.

Spike's erection hit her clit, and she moaned into his mouth. Her tongue ran over one of his razor sharp teeth, making a little cut that started to bleed. Spike moaned in bliss as he suckled on her tongue. He was sure this had to be heaven.

The pulling of her blood made Buffy’s arousal skyrocket. It was time to move on. She couldn’t wait any longer. Buffy wriggled under Spike and parted her legs even more, causing Spike to come into full contact with her pussy.

Spike slid himself up and down several times to coat his cock in her secretions. He knew it was her first time. Fingers moved between them, testing how ready she was. Spike kissed her deeply as he inserted a finger, moving it a few times before adding a second finger.

By the third finger, Buffy was wriggling and moaning loudly. Pouting, Buffy tried to follow his fingers when he removed them.

Taking his cock in his hand, Spike rubbed the head against her slit. Buffy tried to get him to enter her each time he touched her opening.

Both of her hands grabbed his head, one on each cheek and they locked eyes as she arched up. Spike understood her message loud and clear. He lined his cock up at her entrance, keeping eye contact. Slowly, he forced his way into her body. She was so hot and tight Spike had to stop for a moment, afraid that things would be over before they really got started.

Buffy felt like something was about to break inside of her. She had forgotten how large he was, not only in length but also in girth. However, she wanted him, all of him, and she wanted him now. Buffy didn’t want to wait anymore.

Moaning in dissatisfaction, Buffy bucked against him, forcing him further in. Her actions quickly jolted Spike from his self-imposed time out and got him moving again.

Spike stopped when he reached the thin membrane that marked Buffy as a virgin. Nobody had ever been where he was, and now nobody else ever would. He caught her mouth in a heated kiss. Buffy gasped when he broke through her maidenhead, and then they smiled at each other, taking a moment to catch their breath.

Soon their bodies demanded they move. They came together in an age-old dance, and before long they were prisoner of their passion. Time lost all meaning as the two writhed on the bed in the dimly lit room.

Moments before she felt her orgasm start to take over, Buffy moved her head to the side, giving Spike permission to make her his.

Moving down to nibble and lick at her throat, Spike bent his neck, giving Buffy room to find Dru’s old mark. At the exact same time they bit into each other, suckling out three long mouthfuls of blood, and then pulling back to gaze into each other's eyes.

“MINE,” they both claimed.

“YOURS,” they both agreed, before turning back to lick the wounds they had made.

Neither noticed the light that flared up from the circle of herbs around the bed, or that it's soft glow matched the radiance beaming from their bodies.

They were too wrapped up in each other, shaking in the aftermath of their spent passion, to care when the light widened out to include the entire building.