Written for Mercyillusion at the Spuffy Smutathon (6/20/05)
Criteria: angst or romance (tried to do both) S/B, smut,
bite/claim
Word count Ð 10,157
Rating Ð NC17
Season VI Ð no spoilers, itÕs all made up (although the
characters all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy)
by Slaymesoftly
ÒYou like my teeth on you, donÕt
you, Slayer?Ó His voice rumbled in
her ear as he nipped at the delicate skin on her throat. ÒMakes you all tingly; makes your heart
race. You want me to bite you.Ó
ÒNo,Ó she gasped, even as she
turned her head to give him better access to her neck. ÒNever.Ó
ÒNeverÕs a long time, luv. A long, long time. ItÕs gonna happen some day...some day
these teeth will be the real thing, and youÕll be begging me to bite you...Ó
He stopped talking as he felt her
begin to tremble around him and he entered that small slice of time and space
where Buffy was all his, clenching him within her body, screaming his name as
she shuddered with the force of the powerful orgasm HE gave her. Not Angel, not
that corn-fed soldier boy. HIM.
Spike. William the Bloody.
With his own smothered roar, he
allowed himself the release heÕd been putting off all night while he had been
bringing her to ecstasy over and over, taking her in so many different ways
that sheÕd stopped asking him what he was doing, but just acquiesced to every
command. Allowing the vampire to
bend and mold her limber body in whatever positions suited him. Something about being so subservient to
something so evil stirred her in ways she didnÕt want to explore.
And yet, here they were, at the end of the nightÕs debauched
activities, face to face in the missionary position, vampire on top shooting
his dead sperm against the entrance to her womb while she wrapped her arms and
legs around him in a mockery of a loving embrace. A loving embrace that he knew would end the instant she
regained control and realized what she was doing.
While he had the chance, he brushed
a light kiss across her swollen lips, murmuring silently the ÒI love you,Ó he
knew better than to allow out.
He could do whatever he wanted with her body. Bruise it, cut it, pound it into the hard concrete floor of
the crypt, but tenderness was not allowed. Never allowed.
Not if he wanted to continue to feel those brief moments of possession.
He felt her stiffen under him as
she came back into herself and noticed how she was clinging to him. Her arms and legs dropped, but before
she could use them to push him away, he sighed and rolled off, careful to
remain far enough away that any accidental touch could not be construed as a
caress.
ÒOw!Ó she hissed as she tried to
sit up. ÒLook what you did to me.Ó
He turned his head slightly to look
at the bruise she was complaining about.
The man in him was screaming to be allowed out to apologize and kiss
away the pain of their violent coupling, but he pushed the urge away and just
raised an eyebrow at her.
ÒIÕve got more than you do, pet,Ó
he growled instead. ÒCanÕt believe
you never put the toy soldier in the hospital, the way you use that Slayer
strength toÑÒ
ÒI never did things like that with
Riley!Ó Her indignation and
horror as genuine as her shamed knowledge that she would have liked to Ð now
that she knew how much the violence and pain turned her on.
ÒSo, itÕs just for me then?Ó He
stretched his arms over his head, deliberately showing off not just his
well-muscled, tight body, but also the cuts and bruises sheÕd inflicted on it
during the course of the evening.
He heard her heart rate speed up and he smiled.
(SlayerÕs not quite through playing yet, then. IÕm going to have to dig deep into my
box of tricks to keep her interested now.)
BuffyÕs eyes were riveted on the
tooth marks sheÕd left around his nipples. She watched them harden under her gaze and felt the blood
rushing back to her sore and swollen crotch. She saw the vampireÕs eyes darken with desire, as his cock
stirred back to life.
Before he could decide what he
wanted to make her do next, he found himself pinned to the floor, BuffyÕs
panting breaths warm in his ear. The feral look on her face made him instantly
hard and his own unnecessary breaths came hard and fast. She ran her tongue down his neck,
sucking for a second on the place where his pulse would have been pounding if
it could.
She slid down his body, ignoring
his groan as her wet sex slid over his cock and down until she was sitting on
his thighs. Leaning forward, she
licked at her tooth marks, sucking on his flat nipples until they were as red
as if heÕd had actual warm blood flowing through his veins. She moved her mouth down his body,
stopping to lick everywhere sheÕd left a mark. At one particularly nasty looking bite, she almost kissed
the torn flesh when she finished laving it Ð only catching herself at the last
second, pulling back quickly.
Spike watched her curiously. He would have sworn she was about to
kiss the place where sheÕd torn his skin with her teeth. Even though the idea of her kissing
anything on his body that wasnÕt directly related to making him hard was
ludicrous, he couldnÕt help the jolt of warmth that went through him.
(Stupid git.
Like sheÕd ever touch you for any reason than sex. Probably goes home and brushes her
teeth, tongue and lips before she gets in the shower and washes me off. This must kill her Ð the way her body
responds to me. The things I can
make her do. The way I make her
feel.)
While he was chiding
himself for reading more into her actions than he should, the slayer was still
licking her way down his body, halting only when she got to his now-swollen
cock. She ran her tongue up the
side of it, stopping at the end to swirl it around the head before taking his
foreskin gently in her front teeth and pulling it to the side.
The vampireÕs surprised hiss and the involuntary arch of his
hips made her smile around the belled head.
ÒSo, it seems you like my teeth on
you too,Ó she purred, nipping lightly down the thick length of him, then taking
his balls into her hot mouth.
She swirled them around, using her tongue to caress them while she
rubbed her blunt teeth against the base of his sac. They were both very conscious of the fact that one
hard bite and he would find out exactly how well vampires could heal and
regenerate body parts.
Buffy pulled on him until his
groans of pleasure had turned to gasps of fear, then slowly released her
mouthful. SpikeÕs sigh of
combined relief and disappointment brought her head up briefly to smile at him
before she went back to her main focus.
Using her blunt little human teeth, she began nipping her way up and
down his blood filled cock. As the
nips became harder and more like real bites and the vampireÕs hisses louder,
she began following them up with licks of her tongue that gradually turned into
open mouthed, wet kisses.
SpikeÕs hands were fisted in the
rumpled sheets that had been pushed off the sarcophagus much earlier in the
evening. His hips were
involuntarily moving in response to the heat of her mouth, which was now covering
his cock completely and moving slowly up and down on him to the accompaniment
of his groans and muttered curses.
When the mutters changed to whispered endearments and his hands began
stroking her silky hair, she bit him hard and looked up with a glare.
ÒI didnÕt say you could move or talk,Ó she said
sternly. ÒAm I going to have to
tie you up?Ó
The vampire hadnÕt thought his cock
could get any harder, but when she said that, he felt like it might burst.
ÒMight have to do that, pet,Ó he
managed to gasp out, his hands still in her hair.
Buffy sat up and looked around the
crypt, spotting the handcuffs heÕd wanted to use on her earlier. She stood up,
her legs straddled him as she stared around the room; his eyes were riveted on
the moist curls between her legs.
Suddenly his view was gone as she marched across the room and picked up
the handcuffs and a length of rope.
She hurried back and quickly fastened his willing hands together, using
the rope to keep them stretched out over his head as she tied it to a pole in
the center of the room. She
carefully set the key down within easy reach before moving back where he could
see her.
ÒDo I need to gag you, or will you be quiet?Ó she
asked, cocking her head at him.
Spike rapidly shook his head ÒnoÓ
and then ÒÓyesÓ, using his teeth to press his lips together to show her how he
was going to keep them closed. She
peered at him suspiciously for a second; then nodded.
ÒOkay, IÕll believe you, but if
youÕre not good...Ó
His eyes pledged his anticipated
perfect behavior even as he wondered what she would do to him if he wasnÕt good
and if he would enjoy finding out.
ÒNow no talking, no touching, and
no moving unless I tell you to. No sounds at all. Is that clear?Ó
He nodded vigorously, anxious to
get her mind back on what sheÕd been doing before and determined to do whatever
he needed to keep her happy.
She raked her eyes up and down his stretched out body,
admiring the lean muscle of his torso and the more substantial bulge of his
biceps as he unconsciously pulled against the rope holding his arms up. Satisfied with her restraints, Buffy
stepped back over him, deliberately standing where he could look at her open
legs again for a second before turning around and sinking back down. She positioned herself with her back to
him, her damp sex rested on his lower chest as she went back to tormenting him
with nibbling bites of his penis.
She bit and licked her way around
his cock, always pausing to kiss softly anytime she bit hard enough to actually
hurt him. When she once again used
her teeth to pull his foreskin away, she accidentally bit hard enough to draw
blood and she sent an apologetic look over her shoulder before kissing it
multiple times in an attempt to make it up to the silent vampire. She felt him shudder when she used her
tongue to lick the blood off, before planting another lingering kiss on the
rapidly healing spot.
Deciding sheÕd been working on one place long enough, and
that heÕd been quiet enough to earn a reward, she took the belled head in her
mouth and slowly moved it back until it was touching the back of her
throat. Her position, as she
conquered her gag reflex and forced his cock into her throat, left him nothing
to look at but her smooth ass cheeks and open, glistening quim.
Spike was sure he was asleep and
dreaming. Sure that Buffy had long
since gone home and he was enjoying a particularly real fantasy as he lay on
his cold sarcophagus by himself.
The little sounds she was making as she massaged his cock with her
throat muscles sounded to him like the sweetest music.
He felt his balls tighten as her
hot, muscular throat continued to caress him until he couldnÕt prevent a
shuddering release or the awed, ÒBuffy!Ó that accompanied it. She continued to
swallow around him, milking every last drop out of his now limp and relaxed
cock.
She finally released him, sitting
up and turning around to face him, her lips swollen from her efforts and her
eyes looking strangely satisfied.
He knew his own eyes were gazing back at her with the adoration that he
usually tried to hide, but he managed not to make it worse by saying the things
he wanted to tell her.
(How can she not care about me? Why would she do something like that if she didnÕt...no, she
doesnÕt. SheÕs made that clear so many times. I donÕt know what sheÕs trying to tell me with that
performance, but it canÕt be what I want it to be.)
Buffy looked away
from the hard-to-miss devotion in the beautiful blue eyes staring back at her
and tried not to be affected by what she saw there. In spite of how obvious it was that this particular vampire
was more than capable of loving both fiercely and devotedly, she persisted in
pretending that he did not and she continued to refuse to let him vocalize his
feelings while they were in bed.
There was something very
frightening to her about the thought of allowing him to tell her he loved her
while they were intimately connected.
As though she instinctively knew that hearing the words while the
vampire was inside her would make them too real. She refused to even consider
the idea that she might find herself lured into responding to them.
ÒYou spoke,Ó she accused, anxious
to put an end to the look on his face.
He shrugged apologetically and
smothered the jolt of joy he felt when she put her hands on her hips and said,
ÒIÕll have to punish you now.Ó He
nodded slowly, wondering what sort of pain she was planning to inflict on him
and if she had any idea how arousing that thought was to him. Her next actions left him confused and
scrambling frantically to figure out what was going on.
ÒIÕm sorry, Ò she whispered softly
as she leaned down toward his face, Òbut you have to be punished...Ó
Instead of the painful bite he was
anticipating, she put her lips against his and kissed him tenderly. She planted soft, gentle, loving kisses
all over his mouth, across his jaw and down the side of his neck. She sucked softly on the velvety skin
of his throat, bringing the borrowed blood to the surface and leaving a deep
red mark there.
ÒI think I know why they call those
Ôlove bitesÕ,Ó she said almost to herself as she studied the mark. Moving to the other side of his neck,
she did the same thing on that side, murmuring softly, ÒNow youÕre marked as
mine, Spike. IÕve claimed you for
everybody to see. You like that, donÕt you?Ó
Not sure he was permitted to speak
yet, he nodded cautiously. It
occurred to him that it was a little cruel of her to ask such a question when
she knew the answer was that he would like nothing more than to have her
acknowledge him as hers.
ÒBut,Ó she said brightly, sitting
up, ÒTheyÕre going to fade. By the
time I leave here theyÕll be almost gone and no one will ever know I marked you
as mine. Too bad.Ó
Pain flashed across his face at the
callousness of her words. It was
one thing to refuse to talk about how he felt about her - something else
entirely to mock it. Was this to be his ÒpunishmentÓ? To have his love and
desire for her dismissed as a joke?
ÒOh, poor Spike,Ó she purred. ÒDid I hurt your feelings? IÕm so sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you.Ó
She leaned back down and began
planting light kisses all over his face.
She kissed his eyebrows, lingering over the scar on the left one and
kissing it over and over. She
kissed his closed eyelids, the tip of his nose, the top of his sharp
cheekbones, the line of his jaw and finally, his tightly compressed lips.
ÒDonÕt you like this, Spike? DonÕt
you want me kissing you? I can do it as long as you donÕt look at me or speak.
You can pretend I love you and that IÕm doing this because I want to and not to
punish you.Ó
She gently ran her tongue around
his lips, teasing the tip between them until with a groan he gave in and parted
them, opening his mouth to her.
Her tongue continued to run around his lips, now softly touching the
inside, now running along his gum line and probing the indentations where his
fangs were hidden. She felt him
tense as her warm tongue gently stroked his gums and the roof of his
mouth. When she dipped it into the
cavity in which his fang was stored and deliberately cut herself on the sharp
tip, he groaned involuntarily. The
taste of her powerful blood on his tongue almost made him pass out.
ÒThere you go again, making
noises. And after I told you to be
quiet. I guess IÕll have to show
you I really mean it.Ó
Spike wasnÕt even paying attention
to what she was saying, his senses still overwhelmed by the effects of the
several drops of blood sheÕd allowed him to suck off her tongue before she
withdrew it. It wasnÕt until she
started whispering in his ear, that he realized she was still punishing him in
her own way.
ÒYou see, William, this is how it
would be if I loved you. I would
be kissing you, and cuddling with you after we made love. And you would hold me and tell me you loved
me and I would be all ÔI love you too, SpikeÕ.Ó
She suited her actions to her
words, once again kissing his willing mouth tenderly and curling her warm body
up against his. She nuzzled his
neck, breathing in the scents that said ÒSpikeÓ to her, not even aware that she
knew what he smelled like, let alone that she liked it enough to deliberately
inhale it. She remained curled
into his side for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of resting against him.
She found herself briefly wishing sheÕd unfastened the handcuffs so that he
could put his arms around her and hold her.
Her hand was caressing his face
while she kissed his shoulders and neck and he leaned into it, pressing his
cheek against her warm palm and kissing it softly. His movement startled her out of the uncomfortably pleasant
feeling that her mock tenderness had stirred and she suddenly slipped back from
him in a panic.
(What am I doing?
IÕm cuddling with Spike!
This isnÕt punishment for him. He likes it. HeÕs going to think I...-no canÕt let him think that. Have to do something before he gets the
wrong idea. Because it IS the
wrong idea. Totally wrong. I donÕt
want to be doing these things with him. I was just confused for a minute.Ó)
In a slightly shaky
voice, she quickly said, ÒB-But I
donÕt love you! I could never love
you, so IÕll never do those things with you. You and I will never have that kind of...of...relationship,
because we donÕt. Have a
relationship, I mean. There is no
us. ThereÕs just you Ð evil vampire, and me Ð the Slayer and I would never love
you like that. And thatÕs your
punishment!Ó she finished triumphantly.
She waited for him
to acknowledge how well she had played their little game, frowning slightly
when he didnÕt say anything. His
eyes were squeezed shut, but she could see a tear slide out of one corner and
down the side of his face. She
shuddered under a wave of nausea as she went back over her actions and realized
exactly how much she was ÒpunishingÓ this vampire who loved her so much he
hadnÕt tried to make her stop, even as she was breaking his heart.
ÒSp...Spike?Ó she
said softly as she reached for the key and unlocked the handcuffs. ÒSpike, IÕm...IÕm sorry...I-Ò
He brought his arms
down to a more comfortable position, but carefully kept them away from
her. She smothered the
disappointment that he hadnÕt immediately put them around her still-close
body. Her leg was still thrown
over his thigh where sheÕd put it when she began her cuddle and she started to
put her head back on his chest.
ÒGet off me.Ó His eyes were still closed, his voice
hard and colder than sheÕd ever heard it.
She didnÕt move, just stared at him with stricken eyes.
ÒGet the fuck
off!Ó His eyes flew open and she
couldnÕt look away from them. How
could something be so icy cold and so fiercely hot at the same time? There was blazing anger, yes, but
behind the anger was a cold, hard killer that she had just hurt in ways she
couldnÕt even imagine.
Except that she
could imagine. The reality of what
sheÕd done sank in and she began to shake. Trembling, she lifted her leg off his thigh and shifted away
from his body. Her own eyes filled
with tears as he rolled over, turning his back to her.
ÒGet out,Ó he said
quietly. ÒGet out, Slayer, and
donÕt come back.Ó
ÒSpike...IÕm sor-Ò
His angry snarl
interrupted her attempted apology and she was reminded that she was sitting
naked and stakeless beside a master vampire whose chip did not recognize her as
human. She stood up slowly, still
trembling, and began to gather her clothes. His back remained facing her. There was no movement from the
vampire, not even the light breathing he often did unconsciously.
She put on her
clothes, glancing occasionally to see if he had turned around, but there was no
sound, no attempt to look at her.
She opened her mouth to try once more to apologize, but closed it again
without comment. She turned and
walked slowly toward the door of the crypt, hoping he would call her back or at
least turn around and yell at her.
Anything to indicate that he was aware of her existence.
However, she opened
the door and walked out without hearing a sound from the vampire. She closed it quietly, letting the
tears slide down her face as she walked back toward Revello Drive.
Chapter Two
Weeks went by and
Buffy saw nothing of Spike. She
avoided Restfield on her nightly patrols, knowing he would keep it clear of
newly risen fledglings, but she couldnÕt help hoping she would run into him
somewhere during her rounds.
She didnÕt see him,
though. Nor did her slayer senses
ever give her the slightest trace of his signature. A signature that she would recognize anywhere, any
time. Finally, after several
weeks, Anya asked casually one night, ÒWhere has Spike been, Buffy? No one has seen him.Ó
Dawn turned to Buffy
and demanded, ÒWhat did you do to him?
He never comes by the house anymore. If I didnÕt go to the crypt after school, IÕd nev-Ò The
teenager stopped, realizing sheÕd just given out way too much information about
her afternoon activities.
To her surprise, her
sister didnÕt yell at her for going by SpikeÕs, just asked quietly, ÒIs he all
right?Ó
ÒOf course heÕs all
right,Ó Dawn huffed. ÒHe just said
he doesnÕt want to be around you anymore. Any of you,Ó she added, waving her
hand in the air to include the Scoobies.
ÒHe has made new friends and heÕs spending time with them. I told him he could bring them around
too, but he just laughed. I think heÕs worried we wouldnÕt be nice to Emma,
with her being half demon and all.
And Clem is...Ó Dawn happily babbled on, oblivious to the stricken look
on her sisterÕs face.
ÒWe donÕt need to
meet the bloodsuckerÕs friends, Dawn,Ó Xander said firmly. ÒIf heÕs gotten over his ridiculous
obsession with your sister and moved on, then thatÕs fine with me.Ó He turned to look at the quiet
Slayer, ÒI guess you finally
convinced him it was never gonna happen between you two, huh, Buff?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó she
responded softly, ÒI think you could say that.Ó
ÒWell, good for
you!Ó he boomed happily, not noticing the looks exchanged between the other
women in the room.
ÒYes, good for me. IÕve got to go now. Will you bring Dawn home, please
Xander?Ó Without another word,
Buffy leapt to her feet and bolted out the door, running with no destination
but escape. Lack of oxygen finally slowed her down and found herself in a part
of Sunnydale she didnÕt even know existed. Her Slayer senses were going off and she looked hard at the
people going in and out of the shops and buildings. With a gasp, she realized most of them were demons of one
sort or another.
She saw two just
like Clem, and several others that appeared harmless, if not human. Just as she turned to find her way
home, the door of a club burst open and a laughing group came out, led by the
wrinkly demon himself. Close
behind were several obviously female demons and one very pretty woman with
pointy ears and a long tail trailing behind her short skirt. Holding the door for the woman, who
looked back at him and smiled gratefully, was a well-built blond man who smiled
back at her as he let it shut behind him.
Buffy ducked behind
a car the instant she recognized Spike.
She watched the little group clearly saying good night and splitting up
to go in different directions. Her
vision blurred with tears as she watched the small woman walk off with SpikeÕs
hand on her elbow as he guided her to his old Desoto and held the door for
her. Long after the street was
empty, she continued to crouch behind the car, clutching her stomach and
gasping for air.
She made no attempt
to analyze what she was feeling.
She wasnÕt stupid. Buffy
recognized jealously when it hit her in the solar plexus, she just didnÕt seem
to be able to overcome the physical effects well enough to stand up
straight. After long minutes of
trying to smother both the emotional and the physical pain, she forced herself
to her feet. Clenching her fists
at her sides, she put her chin up and began trudging home.
If anyone noticed
BuffyÕs bitchier-than-usual behavior and attitude over the next few weeks, they
didnÕt mention it. She didnÕt hang
around her friends or sister any more than she absolutely had to, instead
staying in her room playing Sarah MacLachlan CDÕs and refusing to go out except
to patrol. The vampire population
of Sunnydale had never been smaller.
The Slayer was taking her job very seriously, and she didnÕt go home at
night until she had dusted every undead creature she could find.
~~~~~~~
Dawn was so used to
not seeing much of Buffy that it was well into the afternoon when she suddenly
realized that she hadnÕt seen her sister for two days. She went into BuffyÕs room and found
that the bed had not been slept in and there was no sign that Buffy had been
there recently.
Fear seized her
throat and she ran to the only person she could think of to help her. Bursting into SpikeÕs crypt without
knocking, she was already in frightened tears when the startled vampire looked
up from his book.
ÒDawn! WhatÕs wrong, Bit? Stop crying, love, and tell me whatÕs
wrong.Ó
ÒItÕs Buffy,Ó she
hiccupped, regaining control of herself. ÒI havenÕt seen her in two days. She hasnÕt slept in her bed and IÕm
such a bad sister, I didnÕt even notice until just now. My sister is missing and I didnÕt even
notice!Ó She started crying again
and the vampire sighed and pulled her close, rubbing her back soothingly.
ÒStop it now,
Bit. YouÕre not a bad sister. Buffy stays out all night sometimes.
You know that.Ó He cringed
mentally, wondering if his insistence that Buffy stay the night occasionally
had ever caused this kind of panic in her little sister.
ÒSheÕs always home
by daylight. And she always stays
awake until I leave for school so I know sheÕs all right. She hasnÕt been home at all. Not yesterday, not last night, and not
today. Spike, IÕm scared.Ó Her big blue eyes fastened on his
pleadingly.
ÒI know youÕre mad
at her about something. That you
donÕt...donÕt love her anymore, but, please, will you help me find her? Please?Ó
ÒWhereÕd you get the
idea I donÕt love your sis anymore?
Mad at her, yeah. WouldnÕt deny it if I could, but I donÕt stop loving
that easily, Niblet. ThatÕs like
saying I wouldnÕt love you any more just cause I caught you going through my
personal things.Ó He stroked her
silky hair softly, smiling to himself at her guilty start.
ÒShe thinks you
donÕt,Ó she muttered. ÒShe told Xander you didnÕt. I heard her.Ó
ÒStupid bint,Ó he growled under his
breath.
ÒAnd youÕve got a girlfriend,Ó she
added sternly. ÒIÕve met her!Ó
ÒI donÕt have a girlfriend, Dawn,Ó he
said, rolling his eyes. ÒEmma is a
nice bird, but sheÕs just keeping me company so I donÕt get myself into too
much trouble when I go out drinkinÕ.
SheÕs doing it as a favor to Clem.
HeÕs her cousin and he asked her to help him keep me from gettinÕ myself
dusted.Ó
Dawn pulled back
from him and asked softly, ÒSo, youÕll help me find her, then?Ó
ÒIÕd help you find
her even if I didnÕt love her, Bit. You have to know that. I donÕt suppose you
have any idea where she was last?Ó
Dawn shook her
head. ÒNo, she goes out slaying by
herself and comes home and shuts herself in her room and plays stupid music.
She never says where sheÕs going.
But you can find her, canÕt you?Ó she asked anxiously.
ÒIÕll find her,
pet. Now you hustle home before
dark, just in case she comes back.Ó
ÒOk. Thanks, Spike.Ó She turned to go out the door, then
stopped with her hand on it. ÒIÕm glad you still love Buffy,Ó she said without
looking at him. ÒI think she
misses you.Ó
The door closed
behind her and Spike began pacing the floor impatiently, muttering to
himself. ÒStupid, stupid
bint. Going out alone. She could have at least taken the whelp
with her.Ó
Deciding he couldnÕt
wait for the sun to go down, Spike dropped down to the lower level and headed
off through the sewers, stopping occasionally to sniff the air for any trace of
the Slayer. HeÕd tried to be
confident for Dawn, but now that she wasnÕt around, he allowed the worry to
surface.
Finding Buffy Ð he
refused to consider the thought that he might be looking for BuffyÕs body Ð was
not going to be easy. He started
with the logical places, popping up as close as he could get to the local
cemeteries and sniffing the air for any sign of her. As soon as the sun was below the horizon, he came up and
began to cover ground quickly and systematically. When he found no trace of her in any of the graveyards, he
stopped by WillieÕs to see if sheÕd been there or if anyone had seen her.
With a sneer, a drunken Cherola demon
told him his Òslayer girlfriendÓ was chasing a vamp gang into an alley the last
time he saw her. He laughed about
the SlayerÕs venture into the warehouse district. ÒMaybe sheÕs decided to change her luck,Ó he leered, just
before Spike pulled his head off and rolled it across the floor.
He ignored WillieÕs
protests about the mess on his floor and bolted out the door, heading for the
industrial part of Sunnydale. He
prowled up and down the streets and alleys, seeking any trace of Buffy and
trying to smother his growing fear.
Telling himself there was no way she was killed by an ordinary vamp, he
continued his frantic search, jumping up to peer in windows and bending to look
into basements.
Suddenly, the
faintest trace of a scent came to him and he vamped out, the better to follow
it, snarling when he found blood droplets leading down an alley and into a
ruined building. His stomach
clenched when he recognized the building into which they led.
ÒOh, Buffy, love,
what have you done?Ó
Throwing caution
away, he burst through the open door and looked around desperately. The first thing he noticed was the
complete absence of a floor. The
building had crumbled even more since the night he and the Slayer had begun its
destruction with their violent foreplay.
A small ledge around the edge of room was all that was left to stand on.
He entered slowly,
edging around the room until he was sure there was nothing and no one
there. He became very still and
listened carefully for a full minute until he heard the very faintest of
heartbeats.
Following his ears,
he dropped carefully into the debris-filled basement and quickly looked
around. He didnÕt see Buffy, but
he could still hear the very faint heartbeat. It seemed to be coming from a pile of broken wall supports
in the center of the room and he approached cautiously, not wanting to cause
any more to fall.
When he determined
that the heartbeat was coming from under the pile, as was the scent of BuffyÕs
blood, he abandoned caution and began flinging pieces of wood off as fast as he
could, talking to her the whole time.
ÒHang on there,
love. IÕm coming. DonÕt you die on
us again, you hear me? CanÕt leave the Bit alone, pet. SheÕs worried about
you. DonÕt know what the hell you
were doing here. Bloody stupid, if
you ask me. ÔBout as stupid as
thinking I donÕt love you anymore.
Could never stop loving you, Buffy. DonÕt you know me better than that? Come on, Slayer. Say something. Give me a sign. Tell me youÕre alright. Bloody stupid woman...Ó
ÒIf I was all right,
I wouldnÕt be here, you moron,Ó came the faint whisper from under a large
beam.
Spike felt tears
prickling his eyes when he heard her strained voice coming from under the
beam. He quickly moved everything
else off her, until all that was left was the heavy beam lying across her upper
body and effectively pinning her shoulders and arms in such a way that even if
she hadnÕt lost a lot of blood, she wouldnÕt have been able to get enough
leverage to push it off.
Her face was covered
with dirt and dust, blood was crusted above one eye and her hair was gray with
drywall dust. Her eyes were barely
focusing as she struggled to maintain consciousness.
ÒHi, Cutie,Ó he said
softly, gently pushing her hair out of her face.
ÒYou found
me,Ó she whispered through cracked lips.
ÒI did,Ó he agreed as he examined the
beam for the best handhold. Buffy
didnÕt speak again and her heartbeat slowed and became even fainter as she
struggled for breath. With a
frightened roar, the vampire picked up the entire beam and threw it across the
room.
While the remaining
building creaked and moved around them, he scooped her up and ran to the last
staircase just in time to watch it come crashing down. Using his supernatural strength in ways
he rarely did, he bent his knees and jumped up onto the tiny ledge of the
doorway. Without swaying or
struggling for balance, he jumped out the door and sprinted up the alley,
getting safely away before the entire building fell in on itself.
He didnÕt slow when
he left the alley, but continued to run, holding her light body against his
chest and heading straight for Sunnydale HospitalÕs busy emergency room.
Two hours later,
when he was finally allowed into the ICU for five minutes, he crouched beside
her bed, afraid to touch her for all the tubes and wires. He thought she was asleep, but her lids
fluttered and he was soon looking into her tear-filled eyes.
ÒI thought I was
going to die. Again,Ó she said
softly.
ÒNot on my watch,
pet,Ó he growled back. ÒNot going
through that again. You die; I
dust. Promise or no promise, the
Bit will have to deal.Ó
ÒDoes that mean you
still love me?Ó
He wanted to snort
with derision at the stupid question, but the fear in her eyes told him she was
serious.
ÒHow could you think
I didnÕt? Bloody hell, Buffy, you
think I could stop loving you just like that?Ó
ÒBut you were so mad
at me...Ó
ÒYes, I was. Still am, truth be told. Wished to hell I COULD stop loving
you. Life would be much less
painful. But I canÕt, Buffy. God help us both, I canÕt.Ó
The nurse put her
head in and told him his time was up.
He stood up.
ÒIÕll go tell the Bit where you
are. You make good use of that
yummy O pos theyÕre pourinÕ into you and get that Slayer healing going,Ó he
said, leaning in for a second as if to touch her, then shaking himself and
backing away.
ÒSpike?Ó
ÒYes, love?Ó
ÒThank you. For saving me.Ó
ÒAnything else just
wasnÕt an option.Ó He walked out
without looking back.
By the weekend,
Buffy was not only out of the hospital, but almost completely healed and
anxious to resume slaying. She was
disappointed that Spike hadnÕt come by the house in the evenings to see how she
was doing, but Dawn assured her he asked about her every day.
ÒBuffy, he just
really doesnÕt want to be here where everybody calls him evil and
disgusting. I donÕt blame
him. He has a good time when heÕs
with Clem and his new friends.Ó
Buffy clenched her
teeth to keep herself from snapping at her sister. Even though Dawn had found a way to work it into the
conversation that Emma was not a girlfriend, Buffy still didnÕt like the idea
of Spike spending so much time in the company of the cute little demon.
She asked Dawn to
give Spike a letter for her, making sure it was sealed tightly and threatening
her with grounding until she was fifty if she tried to peek. The teenager
rolled her eyes and stuffed it in her backpack, promising to drop it off at
SpikeÕs crypt on her way home from school.
When she came home
late in the afternoon, Buffy was waiting for her in the living room.
ÒWell?Ó she
demanded. ÒWhat did he say?Ó
ÒSheesh!Ó Dawn
tossed her head. ÒWhy donÕt you
guys get cell phones? Here.Ó She tossed the envelope back,
indicating the folded paper inside.
Buffy took it out
carefully, turning her back to run her eyes over his reply. When she finished reading, her eyes lit
up and she ran upstairs to dress.
Dawn shook her head and went into the kitchen talking to herself.
ÒWhy didnÕt she just
ask me to tell him she wanted to go to the Bronze tonight?Ó
When SpikeÕs old
Desoto pulled into the driveway that night, Buffy was waiting in the living
room wearing the tenth outfit sheÕd put on and rejected before finding one that
suited her. She was wearing a
light, floral skirt that floated around her knees and strappy sandals with high
heels. Her top was a long halter
that tied in the back and at her neck.
It was clearly not something to be worn with a bra.
She stood up
uncertainly when the vampire knocked on the front door instead of coming right
in as he usually did. Rolling her
eyes at her sister, Dawn flounced past her and opened the door. Spike entered hesitantly, his eyes
immediately going to Buffy, his vampire senses picking up on her nervousness.
ÒHi.Ó
ÒHi yourself.Ó That part of the conversation
exhausted, they stood staring at each other like two thirteen year olds on
their first date. ÒYou look
beautiful, pet,Ó he finally broke the silence.
ÒSo do you,Ó she
said softly, blushing at her words but meaning every one of them. Instead of his usual black tee shirt,
the vampire was wearing a blue button-down dress shirt the same shade as his
eyes. He did, indeed, look
beautiful with his long lashes, defined cheekbones and kissable mouth.
ÒHave fun,Ó Dawn
said, practically shoving them out the door. She closed it behind them and went up to her room mumbling
to herself about adult stupidity.
If Spike hadnÕt been
so unsure of what Buffy was up to, he would have laughed aloud at the look on
XanderÕs face when he walked in with BuffyÕs fingers linked tightly with his
own. When her friend frowned and
started to open his mouth, she held up an imperious hand and said, ÒNot one
word, Xander. Not one damn word.Ó
When Spike came back
from the bar with a drink for her and a beer for himself, she stood up and
waited for him to sit down before seating herself on his lap. It was a toss-up who was more surprised
Ð Xander or Spike. Both nearly
spit their drinks out when she leaned back and rested her head on his
shoulder. Only BuffyÕs warning
glare and AnyaÕs constant pinching kept the dark-haired boy from saying
something that could get him in trouble.
ÒSo, whatÕs this
about, then, pet?Ó Spike whispered into her ear. ÒNot that IÕm complaininÕ, but...Ó
She looked up at
him, suddenly uncertain of her actions.
ÒYou donÕt want me
here? DonÕt you like it?Ó She started to slide off his lap, her
face reddening in embarrassment.
ÒDidnÕt say that,
love,Ó he responded quickly, wrapping an arm around her waist. ÒJust want to know whatÕs going on,
thatÕs all. Not really up for another round of ÔBuffy pretends to love SpikeÕ.Ó The bitterness in his voice was
palpable.
Seized by guilt and
regret, she slid off his lap onto a chair, blinking back the tears that
threatened to fill her eyes.
ÒI wasnÕt
pretending,Ó she whispered, almost to herself, looking down into her
drink. ÒIÕm sorry. I thought youÕd be hap-Ò
ÒSay that
again.Ó His voice contained just
enough painful hope to soften the commanding tone.
ÒI said I wasnÕt
pretending,Ó she said clearly, raising her wet eyes to his and letting him see,
for the first time, the truth of what she was saying. ÒI...IÕll understand if you donÕt believe me or donÕt wa--Ò
ÒLetÕs go.Ó He stood
up quickly, taking her hand and nodding his good-night to Anya and XanderÕs
puzzled faces. He pulled Buffy
toward the door, ignoring the fact that she was wearing high heels and
struggling to keep up with him.
When they were
outside and away from the crowd waiting at the door, she planted her feet
stubbornly and said, ÒIÕm not going another step until you tell me what youÕre
doing. And, hello? High heels
here! Sooo not made for running.Ó
He scooped her up
and began striding toward his car, coat billowing behind him as he covered the
ground in long steps that were perilously close to leaps. When he reached the car he put her
down, holding her elbow carefully until she had her balance.
ÒWhat was that all
about? I thought we were going out
for the night.Ó
ÒWeÕre not having
that conversation in a public place.
Certainly not in front of the whelp and demon-girl.Ó
ÒWhat conversation?Ó
she muttered, still angry about being dragged out of the club.
ÒWHAT conversation? Bloody hell, woman. Did you hear what you said in there?Ó
He was glaring at
her, taking deep, fast and totally unnecessary breaths as she shuffled her feet
and studied the side of the car intently.
ÒDid you know you have a scratch
here?Ó She ran her finger along
the side of the large, black car trying to pretend she didnÕt know how agitated
he was. The feral snarl at her
back soon disabused her of that notion.
She turned reluctantly to face the enraged vampire.
ÒBuffyÓ he growled,
clenching his fists. ÒSo help me,
Slayer. You are this close...Ó
ÒWhat do you want me
to say, Spike?Ó She glared back at
him. ÒI gave you as much as I can
right now. We went out in public
together on what was obviously a date.
There were PDAs. In front of Xander, no less. Do you want me to hold up a sign Ð ÔBuffy and Spike are
togetherÕ?Ó
ÒYou said you
werenÕt pretending to love me,Ó he said quietly. ÒDid you mean it?Ó
ÒYes...no...I donÕt
know.Ó
ÒWell that clears
things up nicely.Ó
ÒLook, when I...did
what I did and realized I had hurt you...again...Ó She looked up guiltily. ÒI
didnÕt know what to do. You
wouldnÕt look at me, or talk to me.
I thought IÕd finally pushed you away and it...it scared the hell out of
me. And then when Dawn said you
had a girlfriend, and I saw you with---Ò
ÒYou saw me?Ó
She nodded. ÒI was running and I ended up
in....never mind. I saw you and I
thought I was going to die. Right
there, on the street in the middle of a demon neighborhood, the Slayer was
going to die from jealousy.Ó She
glanced up at his frowning face with eyes brimming with tears. ÒYou would have gotten your third
Slayer; even if you never knew how it happened.Ó
ÒYou look
surprisingly good for a dead slayer,Ó he commented without any inflection.
ÒWell, I didnÕt die,
obviously. But I wanted to. I was so sure I had lost you. That you werenÕt mine anymore. And it hurt. More than I would have thought possible. But, is that because I love you or just
because I think youÕre my property?
I donÕt know, Spike. I just
donÕt know what I feel. I know I want you to be mine, I just donÕt...Ó
ÒYou just donÕt know
if you want to be mine,Ó he sighed, putting his hands in his pockets.
Tears stood in her
eyes again.
ÒIÕm sorry. I donÕt know what to do. I want to be fair to you, but the idea
of not having you in my life...Ó
He stepped closer to
her and oblivious to the other patrons leaving their cars to join the line into
the club, he put his hands on both sides of her face and looked into her eyes.
ÒYou will never not
have me in your life, Buffy. Not
unless you dust me. We might not
be together, but IÕll be there somewhere, watching over you and the Bit. I am yours, pet. For always and forever. You donÕt have to force yourself to
feel something you donÕt really feelÉÓ He shut his eyes briefly until he had
his voice under control. Ò...just to keep me around. IÕll never leave you, Buffy. Never.Ó
With a shuddering
breath, she melted into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her
head against his chest. He put his
arms around her shoulders and buried his face in her hair. Buffy relaxed for the first time since
sheÕd left his crypt so many weeks ago, content for the moment just to be held
by the vampire who loved her.
When the third
person to yell, ÒGet a room!Ó had scurried inside after Spike flashed his fangs
at him, Buffy gave a little laugh and pulled away from the comfort of his
embrace.
ÒIf he thinks we
need a room now, itÕs a good thing he never saw us actuallyÑÒ
ÒCome on, love. LetÕs get out of here.Ó
He opened the
driverÕs side door and waited for her to get in and scoot across the seat
before he sat down and started the engine. ÒWhere to, Slayer?Ó
ÒI donÕt know. I donÕt want to be pushy, but itÕs been
a long time since we...Ó
ÒTell me about it,Ó
he growled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat at the reminder. ÒMy place it
is, then.Ó He pulled the big car
out of the lot and headed toward Restfield cemetery.
After parking the
car in the caretakerÕs garage, they walked together toward his crypt. BuffyÕs steps were getting slower and
slower until she finally stopped just short of the door.
ÒWhatÕs the matter,
love?Ó He tried to keep the fear
out of his voice when he saw her second thoughts. ÒWe donÕt have to shag if you donÕt want to. I jusÕ want to spend some time with
you.Ó
ÒI DO want to,Ó she
said, her lower lip going out in a small pout. ÒI just donÕt want it to be like it was. I donÕt want to go back to the hitting
and--Ò
He stepped closer
and tilted her face up to his, capturing her lips and pressing his tongue
against them until she sighed and let it in to caress her own. When his kiss had had its usual effect
on her, he moved his mouth up to her ear and whispered, ÒDo me a favor, love?Ó
ÒMmmmmm, what?Ó
He leaned back and
looked directly into her puzzled eyes.
ÒLet me make love to you.
Let me love you the way I want to.
Just for tonight. Let me
pretend youÕre mine like IÕm yours.Ó
Force of habit sent
a bolt of fear through her body at the danger of letting him do what he was
asking, but one look at the way his face was shutting down as he felt her
recoil, and she leaped to reassure him.
ÒI...I think IÕd
like that,Ó she breathed.
Epilogue
Spike took her hand and walked her the rest of the way to the door,
holding it for her and then pulling it tightly shut behind him. He left her standing by the door while
he quickly lit some candles, taking one of them in his hand and leading her to
the ladder to the downstairs.
He jumped down first
and set the candle down, turning to hold up his arms for her. She lightly stepped off the floor and
dropped into his waiting arms, completely confident that he would catch her
safely. He left her standing at
the bottom of the ladder while he carefully lit several more candles around the
bed and turned the rumpled sheets down.
Instead of coming
back to her as she expected, he sat down and took off his boots, setting them
carefully to one side before standing up and walking toward the puzzled
Slayer. Taking her hand, he
led her slowly to the bed and sat her down on the edge.
He knelt at her feet
and gently unbuckled her sandals, slipping them off her feet one at a time and
placing them with his boots. He
massaged each foot briefly and kissed her toes before putting them back on the
floor and standing up again. He
moved away again, going to a cupboard sheÕd never noticed before and taking out
a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
He poured the wine and carried the glasses back to the bed, handing one
to her and sitting down beside her.
He lifted his glass
and lightly touched it against hers, asking, ÒWill you trust me, love?Ó
She nodded slowly, raising her glass to her lips and taking a small sip,
holding his eyes as she did so.
They drank slowly, never taking their eyes off each other, until BuffyÕs
glass was empty. Spike took the
glass from her, setting it on the bedside table beside the bottle.
Moving tentatively,
as though expecting her to stop him any minute, he ran his hand lightly up her
arm until he could place it behind her head. He pulled her face toward his, resting his lips on hers and
moving them gently in a warm, but chaste kiss. Not until he felt her heart rate go up did he deepen the
kiss, allowing his tongue to tease her lips until she opened them. Their tongues joined in a silent
dance. They stroked and swirled,
advanced and retreated.
Buffy knew Spike was
an excellent kisser. SheÕd known
that since WillowÕs unfortunate spell two years before; but never had his
kisses moved her the way this one did.
Along with the undeniably incredible technique was a tenderness and a
barely controlled desire that sent her blood racing and moisture pooling in the
thong sheÕd worn under the thin skirt.
He did nothing but
kiss her until she was moaning and breathing heavily. SheÕd promised him he could make love to her, but she
thought if he didnÕt get on with the program soon she was going to have to
break her promise and tackle him to the bed. As though heÕd read her mind, he
began to untie the halter top, letting it drop into her lap when heÕd released
both strings.
His head dropped
down and his lips fastened around one rosy nipple while one hand cupped the
other breast reverently. BuffyÕs
head went back as the sucking sensation on her nipple made itself felt all the
way down to her womb. She leaned
backwards and Spike gently lowered her to the bed, never taking his mouth off
her breast as he eased her down.
She put her hands in
his soft curls and held his head to her breast, wondering if it was possible to
come just from having your nipple sucked into a reddened peak. With a soft ÒplopÓ, he let go of it and
moved back up to her mouth, stroking his tongue over and around inside it while
his hand roamed her body, teasing and touching all the bare skin he could find.
His gentle hands
slid over the soft skin of her torso, stroking and caressing her until she
wanted to scream at him. She
couldnÕt scream, though, because her mouth was otherwise occupied with his
talented lips and tongue. Her
whimpers of need made him smile into the kiss and she bit his lip in
retaliation.
ÒPatience, love,Ó he
breathed in her ear before he took the lobe in his blunt human teeth and tugged
on it lightly. ÒYou promised me I
could do this my way for once.Ó
ÒYour way is taking
too long.Ó She stuck her lower lip out in a pout, knowing it would bring his
focus back where she wanted it.
He sucked the lower
lip into his mouth, while one hand dipped under her skirt and ran up the inside
of her warm thigh. She sucked her
breath in with a little gasp as he brushed his fingers lightly across her mound
before running them down the other thigh to her knee.
Pushing her skirt up
to her waist, he lowered his head to her knee and kissed a path up her inner
thigh, lightly touching his tongue to her sodden underwear before kissing his
way down the other leg. As he
worked his way up and down her legs, he murmured his appreciation of her warm,
soft skin and the scent of her arousal.
When her hips were
actually going through the motions of intercourse and her whimpers had reached
a painful crescendo, he relented and, using his teeth to rip off her thong, he
nudged her clit with his nose. He
inhaled the heady aroma of her arousal, licking up the juices he found
there.
ÒLove the way you
taste, Buffy. So wet for me, so
warm and tight. Like warm honey
you are. Could stay here forever.Ó
He sucked her clit
into his mouth and began to massage it with his tongue while he sucked on
it. Within a few seconds, her hips
were arching up off the bed toward his mouth and she was gasping his name as
she shattered around him. Before
she had stopped trembling with the after effects, he had slipped her skirt off
and was nuzzling the soft skin on her stomach, purring into it.
Buffy reached weakly
for his shirt, trying to unbutton it or pull it over his head.
ÒMore Spike skin,Ó
she muttered, ripping the buttons off in her urgency. ÒNeed to feel you, now!Ó she growled, tugging at his zipper.
He rolled to the
side and quickly slid his jeans off while she finished ripping his shirt from
his smoothly muscled chest. As
soon as he was as naked as she, he rolled back over and covered her slim,
muscular body with his own.
ÒSo warm, so smooth
and strong, my little Slayer. My
Buffy. My love.Ó
The joy of being
allowed to whisper all the things heÕd wanted to tell her for so long was so
great he thought he could happily spend the rest of the night just kissing her
and whispering endearments in her ear.
ÒI love you, Buffy,Ó
he rumbled. ÒLove you so bloody
much.Ó
He held an
unnecessary breath, waiting to see what her reaction would be to the words he
was not allowed to say aloud, but she just wrapped her legs around his and
pulled his hips closer to her still moving pelvis. The feel of her warm body writhing under him was more than
his control could take and he allowed his cock to nudge at her entrance.
ÒLet me in,
Buffy. Invite me in,
love. I need you.Ó
ÒI need you, too,Ó
she astonished him by admitting.
ÒI need you in me right now.
Come in, Spike. Be in
me. Love me, William. Love meÓ
With a sound that
was half sob and half shout of joy, he slid into her with one hard thrust,
pausing when he was fully seated to allow her to adjust to him as he basked in
the sensation of once again being surrounded by his slayer.
BuffyÕs arms went
around him and she brought her legs up to wrap around his hips, moving in
complete tandem with his slow, deep thrusts. Just as she had so many weeks ago,
she took the skin of his neck in her mouth and sucked hard on it until she knew
sheÕd made another mark. This
time, she used her blunt little teeth to pinch the skin hard as she breathed,
ÒMine.Ó
ÒYours,Ó he agreed,
fighting down his demon as it tried to respond to the bite and the words. ÒAlways yours.Ó
ÒMine,Ó she
repeated. ÒYou are mine.Ó
Their movements came
harder and faster and the tension built up until Buffy was quivering on the
edge and clutching him to her while she rubbed her clit against him and
clenched her internal muscles around his swollen length. With a scream, she threw her head to
one side, exposing her neck to his lips and teeth.
ÒGod, Buffy...Ó he
groaned, fighting for control when everything in him was straining to reach the
silky skin with the rich blood pulsing just below the surface.
ÒDo it,Ó she said
urgently. ÒMake me yours,
Spike. I want to belong to you.Ó
Without any
conscious effort on his part, his fangs dropped and he slid them into her
delicate skin, careful not to tear.
The taste of her blood on his tongue was all it took to send him
spiraling into an endless release.
As his hips pumped his cool semen into her depths, his mouth was taking
deep draughts of the elixir that flowed in her veins.
The
feeling of her blood being pulled into his mouth as he emptied himself into her
sent Buffy shuddering with the waves of sensation racking her body. For long minutes they clung together,
shaking with the physical and emotional response to the connections being established.
ÒMine,Ó Spike growled, licking the wounds before she bled too much.
ÒYours,Ó she agreed breathlessly.
ÒIÕm yours.Ó
He rolled off to the side, pulling her
with him so that she was lying against him, her arm and leg across his body and
her head resting on his shoulder.
Unlike the last time theyÕd been in that position, this time his arms
were securely around her while she snuggled into him.
He planted a light
kiss on the top of her head as she nuzzled his throat and sighed
contentedly. Deep purrs were emanating
from his chest, the vibrations spreading throughout BuffyÕs body and relaxing
it even more.
ÒMmmmm,Ó she
mumbled. ÒLike that. Feels like a massage chair, only, you
know, cuddlier.Ó
He chuckled,
squeezing her gently as he leaned down to lick his marks, sending a bolt of
electricity straight to her womb.
ÒYou know, SlayerÑÒ
ÒIf the next words
out of your mouth are ÔI told you soÕ, I am sooo going to stake you.Ó
He tipped her face
up so that he could look at her as he asked, ÒHow about, I love you? You alright with those words?Ó
ÒI think I could get
used to them,Ó she whispered back, never taking her eyes off his. ÒI might even be able to get used to
saying them.Ó
ÒIÕve got time,
love. IÕve got plenty of time.Ó
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