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The Subtle Notes In-between	By : Schehrezade1 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 3473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS) or Angel, the Series (AtS); nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 9
�Oh wow�wow�wow�� Buffy moaned into the crushed pillow. Her face was pressed into it as Spike rammed into her from behind. Her skin was flushed red and her eyes flickered open and shut as Spike pulled her up onto her knees. He never paused. His lean hips pumped into hers in long smooth strokes. Buffy parted her legs wider and rested her forehead on her crossed arms. She grunted softly as her new position altered the angle that Spike�s cock penetrated her.

Spike ran his hand down her flexing spine with a purr; he slid the same hand under his mate�s sweat-soaked body and felt her stomach muscles clench and release in time with each pump of his hips. His amber eyes were riveted to the scabbed over claim marks he�d left on her throat. The raised bumps were like a sirens call. His fangs ached to sink back into her willing flesh. From the moment she had claimed him, he had been lost. He clutched at her hips with his free hand, bruising the smooth skin there in his desperation to be joined to her.

He pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside her and watched as Buffy�s body shook from his teasing. Spike stared down at his glistening erection, coated with her juices and their mutual spendings. They�d been making love for most of the day. Since the infusion of her powerful healing blood, Spike�s body had healed in minutes. His pale skin was littered with faint scratch marks and teeth bites, left there by his mate and nothing more. In his eyes he was covered with perfect scars.

He slid into her and leant over her back. Spike ran his tongue up her spine to the nape of her neck. He ran his fangs over the corded muscles there, letting them break the skin. His rough tongue lapped the tiny pinpricks of blood. He rumbled happily at her unique taste; he�d tasted the blood of the Slayer in China and Buffy was in a league of her own. He knew deep down it was because of the love they shared for each other.

Small tremors ran up Buffy�s spine and her toes curled when she felt his hand slide around and under her. She pouted slightly when Spike�s hand came to rest on her stomach. She wanted his nimble fingers on her teasing and tweaking her aching nub until she came apart on his cock, screaming his name. Instead he cradled her stomach in his hand and continued to pump in and out of her depths. His hips never missing a beat as he plunged into her over and over. Her mouth opened and a croak escaped, nothing more.

�Lost your voice, pet?� Spike teased as he stilled inside her, revelling in her heat and the tight muscles that gripped his cock in a silken vice. �Oi, no need to do that.� His voice rose to a very unmanly squeak when she rippled her inner muscles in a wave along his very happy cock. �God, those muscles will be the death of me. Do it again pet, please,� he begged and a look of sublime joy spread across his face when Buffy complied.

In retaliation, Spike slipped his hand up from her stomach between her breasts and then lifted her body off the bed, careful to keep her impaled on his cock, which had swollen even more and was pulsing in time to his ragged breaths. Buffy�s eyes widened as the angle of penetration changed as she leaned back against his chest. She reached up and wrapped one arm around the back of Spike�s neck, the other hand she laid over his where it still rested between her breasts.

�Love you so much, Spike,� she whispered hoarsely. She shuffled her knees further apart and laid her feet over the back of his ankles. She rested the back of her head on his shoulder, allowing Spike access to her shoulder and throat. He pressed a kiss on his marks and purred against her; inhaling deeply he took in the rich scent of her body. The faint floral perfume that she wore was now overlaid with the perfume of her arousal and his scent. A combination of the two of them, which was by far the best thing he had ever smelled or tasted.

Spike pressed a fervent kiss to her throat over his marks at the sound of her croaky admission. He knew now that she had meant it all those months ago, when they had clasped hands and watched as they had burst into supernatural flames and she had declared her love. He would never reject that precious gift again. All day she had whispered and screamed her love to him. Determined to make sure he believed her, she had initiated a claim on him to make sure there were no more doubts in his mind over who she wanted in her bed, in her life and by her side in a fight.

Him, not Peaches.

Not the enormous Hall monitor Finn or best of all, not the preening ninny the Immortal. Spike smirked and curled his tongue against the back of his teeth and pushed his cock further into her soft depths.

The firecracker that he had initially lusted after from the moment he�d seen her bopping around on the long gone dance floor of the Bronze, was his. That self same lust that had developed into a sick obsession and finally into one-sided love, a love that she had denied. An obsessive love that had nearly destroyed them both on that cursed bathroom floor-- but now it was a reciprocated love.

A good one, with no bitter aftertastes. One with no �if onlys� attached to it. There was a purity to it that was almost incongruous.

Buffy loved him. William the Bloody awful poet. William the Bloody one quarter of the Scourge of Europe. Spike the punk vampire who had roared into her town ready to save his sire. Spike the chipped and finally, Spike the souled vampire. She loved all of him and he loved her with every fibre of his being.

�Spiiikkkee,� Buffy begged breathily. Her hand slipped down her body to where they were still joined. Spike shook his head realising that he had been lost in thought and hadn�t moved. He laced his fingers with hers and together they rubbed at her clit, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Spike�s fangs slipped in and out of his marks teasingly.

Buffy clutched at the back of his neck, trying to anchor herself in the maelstrom of emotions and feelings that Spike was evoking in her body. He was trying to drive her slowly out of her mind by creating so much bliss within her that she was sure she would either pass out or die from it. The sweet sting of his fangs dipping in and out of her willing flesh, followed by the cool touch of his tongue, was starting to make her light-headed.

She wanted more.

Since biting him and claiming him as hers, Buffy had known that Spike was never leaving her again. The look of astonishment in his eyes had reminded her of the moment she had walked down the stairs after her resurrection. When he had reciprocated the claim with his own, all the barriers came down between them and he had allowed her in. And she was staying.

Spike slid his fingers past her engorged clit and splayed around his cock, passionately caressing her swollen folds. Buffy�s breath caught in her throat as she continued to move on him. He kept still, allowing her to set the pace. The sensation of feeling his cock moving in and out of her opening was his undoing. With a growl that shook the crystal in the chandelier, Spike sank his fangs into her willing throat. His hand slipped upwards, batting her hand away and moved in a blur over her clit. His free hand fondled her breasts, teasing her hard nipples with pinches and gentle tugs.

Buffy came apart on his cock with a deep moan; her entire body seized for a moment and then went limp. Her hands dropped to her sides-- the only things holding her up were Spike�s hands, his cock and his fangs in her throat. Spike pulled out of her, worry causing his face to shift. He staunched the flow of blood from the bites and laid Buffy down on her back.

�Love, are you still with me?� He knelt over Buffy and ran the back of his hand down over her cheek.

�Hmmm,� Buffy moaned and stretched happily. She wriggled her toes into the crumpled sheets and raised her arms weakly towards Spike.

�Christ woman, you scared the hell out of me. Thought I�d shagged you to death,� Spike grinned, pressing his tongue against the back of his teeth.

�Nearly have, but don�t stop now.� Buffy smiled coyly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his unresisting body over hers. Her legs parted automatically and she sighed happily as his cock slid home. �Once more?� she asked hopefully and batted her eyelashes at her shaven-headed mate.

�Who am I to deny you anything, my love,� Spike whispered against her lips before claiming them for a heated kiss.

Buffy�s inner thighs were slippery with her secretions; she tipped her hips upwards and cradled him in her depths. Spike moaned into her open mouth at the heated wetness of her body, her pussy lips clinging to his cock as it slid in and out of her. Buffy trailed her feet along the back of his calves and upwards until the soles of her feet rested on his upper thighs. She could feel his muscles moving under the skin as

Spike pumped in and out of her at a slow pace.

He kept his eyes open, watching every nuance of her face, each smile, sigh and flutter of her lashes. Spike was counting backwards under his breath, determined to draw it out as much as he could but her soft sigh of contentment was his undoing. A white-hot bolt of pleasure shot down his spine to his balls as he came. Spike�s body jerked over and over as he filled her with his cum. His shaking hand slid between their heaving bodies and he brought her tumbling over into the abyss.

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Buffy giggled.

�Spike snores, who�da thunk?� She rolled onto her side and stared lovingly down at the comatose vampire next her. He was fast asleep on his back, one hand resting on his muscled stomach and the other curled around her. His mouth was open and another snore escaped. Buffy plastered herself against his side and reached up and ran her hand over his skull. Her fingers rubbed the shorn hair that adorned it. It was soft and scratchy and made him look ten years younger, more vulnerable and his ears looked so exposed without his crowning glory of peroxided curls.

She trailed a finger down his aquiline nose and traced around his full open lips. Spike blinked his eyes open sleepily; turning his head he smiled at her happily. Contentment oozed from all pores, he pressed a kiss to her fingers and sighed his blissful satisfaction.

�You�re all mine,� she whispered against his shoulder.

�And you�re mine, pet. Not letting you go. Not letting you out of this bed!� Spike mumbled tiredly. He was all shagged out for now.

With that, the newly mated couple drifted off to sleep.
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