Chapter 23 – Drawing the Line
There was
no other way to describe waking up like this other than the perfection that it
was. Buffy was curled against the hard body of Spike. Her leg swung over his and
the hardness she craved nestled against her inner thigh as if it was trying to
bury itself inside of her. She shifted until he was poised at her entrance.
“Spike,”
Buffy whispered before sinking down onto his cock. His hands moved to her hips.
Fingers gripping her flesh as she rose and fell on him. “Good morning.”
“Morning,
Luv,” Spike said, opening his sleep filled eyes to gaze with love at her.
The only
thing that could add to the moment was if Angel was there with them as he’d
been earlier. Sometimes when she was making love to her mates it still surprised
her that she had become so comfortable in the act. The three of them, touching,
kissing, loving and even the watching had become as natural to her as
breathing.
In less
than a year she had gone from virgin to a lover of two vampires and she felt no
shame or regret at her decision. They were going through a tough time but she
knew the truth now. And she was ready to fight for the life she had chosen.
Things would be better soon and she was confident they would only grow closer
in the days ahead.
Buffy
leaned down to kiss Spike’s chest. Her tongue drew slow circles around his
nipple until he clasped the back of her head forcing her to give him the
attention he wanted. She sucked deeply on the brown nub before looking up at
him. A grin lit her face as she locked eyes with him.
“I can’t
wait until your chip is removed,” Buffy whispered huskily. She was breathless
from the force that Spike was thrusting into her. “There won’t be any
hesitation in you biting me.”
“I’m going
to leave little fang marks all over that pristine little body of yours,” Spike
said. His hands pushed her up until she was leaning against his raised legs.
“Make sure everyone knows that you belong to me.”
“I can’t
wait,” Buffy said. She reached for his hands, pressing them against her breasts
as she let her head fall back. Her hips quickened the pace as she felt her
orgasm gathering.
“Oh my
God,” Cordelia screeched. “What the hell are you doing?”
In their
passion they hadn’t even heard the office door open. Buffy’s head snapped up to
stare at Angel’s office assistant plus Doyle and Faith standing at the
entrance.
“Haven’t
you ever seen anyone shag before?” Spike said, tilting his head to look at them
while Buffy came down on his chest again. His arms closed around her. “Do ya
mind closing the door so we could cum? I don’t mind you watching but I think
Buffy does. I promise we’ll be out when we’re done and we’ll tell you how it
turned out.”
The door
slammed shut and Buffy whimpered in mortification. It was one thing to be
comfortable making love to her mates but yet another for others to catch them
doing it especially people who didn’t like her to begin with. She tried to
scramble off of Spike but he only flipped them.
“It’s okay,
pet,” Spike said, resuming his thrusts deep into her body. “Everybody does
this. They’re just jealous that we do it so well and so often.”
Buffy
giggled, locking her ankles across his back, as something akin to pride took
over her embarrassment. There was a strength and power in vampires that no
human male could ever hope to obtain. She couldn’t imagine ever being with a
human after having two vamps in her bed.
“Think of
them on the other side of the door, listening,” Spike said. “Imagining us
together. Let it go. Sing for me.”
His fingers
stroked her clit bringing a loud moan from deep within her. Spike’s smile of
satisfaction only fed her willingness to forget everything else and give
herself to him completely. He wrapped his arms around her and turned them
again. His hands ran over her body and she didn’t hold back. Her breathing and
noises of delight only grew in volume until her mate pushed her over the edge.
She wasn’t the only uninhibited one as Spike growled in the claiming of his own
orgasm.
Their
laughter joined together as they cuddled for the first few moments in the
aftermath. Reality, however, quickly reminded them that there were other’s
around by the sound of Doyle’s coughing in the reception area of Angel
Investigations. They hurriedly dressed
ever mindful of others standing only a few feet away from them. Spike stayed
between Buffy and the door, touching her with his thoughtfulness. After giving
each other a quick glance to make sure they were decent Spike opened the door.
“Good
morning,” Buffy said to the others, taking Spike’s hand.
“Is this
the way it’s going to be every morning?” Faith asked, sitting on the edge of
Cordelia’s desk. A coffee cup was clutched in her hand as she looked the couple
over. “You two are going to waste the day away when we have evil to fight.”
Buffy felt Spike
stiffen beside her as the full impact of Faith’s words rocked her senses. She
looked up at Spike who only nodded his head in response to her silent query.
They had done it again. Decided something and left her to find out from someone
else. Why hadn’t they said something last night when they were discussing
Wesley? Buffy told herself to calm down as anger flashed through her system.
“What’s the
matter, B?” Faith taunted. She put her cup down and came to stand in front of
Buffy. “Do your boys think so little of you that they can’t even tell you when
things change? Sounds like a real solid relationship to me. Maybe they only
want you for…”
Buffy
slugged her. Faith staggered back, her hand going to hold her face, and her
face lit up with a grin.
“I was so
hoping that you were going to do that,” Faith said, retaliating with a punch of
her own.
Buffy held
her ground, refusing to even show that the other Slayer had even hurt her. It
was unbelievable that Faith would even start with her. Hadn’t they already done
this? Hadn’t Angel given her any restrictions?
”Oh, did you just want an excuse to get another knife in your stomach?” Buffy
asked.
“You
bitch.”
“Stop it,”
Spike said, stepping between the two. “This isn’t going to happen. Both of you
settle down now.”
It was
going to happen. Buffy knew that. Faith knew it too. It was going to have to
happen because Buffy wasn’t going to just accept her into their ranks again.
Faith had tried to destroy her before and from the looks of things last night,
she was going to go after Angel. The air crackled between the two Slayers with
a challenge that couldn’t be ignored.
“I say let
them go at it,” Cordelia said. “I don’t think a polite conversation is going to
settle it. Look at them like a couple of dogs ready to fight over a bone.”
“Very
nicely put,” Doyle added in. “And one I happen to agree with. There’s a room
down the hall that Angel trains in. It’s got a mat so I say let ‘em fight.”
Buffy never
broke eye contact with Faith while the others talked. She heard Spike agree. A
thrill ran through as her mate set the rules for the impending fight. It was
going to be until there was an obvious winner by knock out or by a death hold.
Whoever won would be accepted as the stronger of the two and the other would
respect that win. The two nodded their approval of the rules before he pulled Buffy
away.
“Later,
Luv,” Spike said. “Let’s go and get you changed. Fifteen minutes and you can
teach her another lesson, okay?”
Spike led
her downstairs to Angel’s apartment. Buffy
waited patiently until they were out of earshot of the others but the moment
they were alone she whirled on her mate. His look of discomfiture didn’t stop
her. She had forgiven Spike for his role in the deceptions knowing that the
silence was orchestrated by Angel. This she couldn’t let go. Something so deep
and personal would have demanded the respect of a warning before she opened the
door downstairs. It had made her look exactly like what Faith had alluded to.
That she was nothing more than a sexual toy for the vampires and was not to be
taken seriously. It certainly didn’t let
the others know that she was an equal partner in the relationship. Everyone
else knew about Faith before she did and it was something she wasn’t going to
let go.
“How could you
not tell me?” Buffy asked. Her eyes flashed her anger as she advanced on Spike.
“Do you consider this so unimportant that it could wait for that infamous talk
that never happens?”
“She wasn’t
supposed to say anything until Angel returned.”
“Oh, and that
solves everything? Do you have any balls of your own or are you just Angel’s
yes man?”
“Bloody
hell, Slayer,” Spike snarled, returning her stance by leaning over her. “I’m
trying to please…”
“Of course,
fuck Buffy and shut her up while Angel goes off to do whatever he wants to do.
I’m not going to take this anymore and it’s starting with that bitch upstairs.”
Buffy
didn’t wait for a reply. She grabbed her things and headed for the shower.
Something crashed behind her as Spike released his anger, and for once she
didn’t turn around. Spike had chosen his side in the relationship and he’d have
to deal with the consequences just like she was. She turned the water on as hot
as she could stand hoping it would soothe her nerves. If she was going to beat
Faith she had to be focused. The water poured over her and she closed her eyes
hoping that somehow when she’d open them she’d find herself at home.
The shower
stall door opened. She knew it was Spike and ignored him. Her fury was still
too fresh to speak otherwise it would turn to tears of hurt. She felt him kneel
and then his hands closed over her calf, massaging the muscles.
“Relax,
Luv,” Spike murmured. “You’re too tense. You’re right that bitch has to be
taught a lesson and I want to watch you do it.”
The
combination of the hot water and his hands was a bit like heaven. Buffy closed
her eyes and put her hands against the shower wall to keep her balance. Spike
continued to murmur words of love and encouragement melting her anger away,
leaving it to swirl forgotten into the drain. She let herself fall under their
hypnotic rhythm as the world seemed to shrink to just the two of them. His
hands didn’t leave a part of her body untouched and when he finally wrapped her
in a towel to lead her from the stall Buffy was almost asleep.
“Spike,
what did you do to me?” Buffy asked, yawning as he rubbed the towel over her
damp skin.
“Nothing,”
Spike answered, laughing.
It was then
that his words changed to ones of power and victory. He forced her to look in
the mirror as he dressed her for the fight. By the time he led her back
upstairs to the training room, she was ready. Her anger and frustration was
gone. Instead she was focused and prepared. In her mind she had already won and
it was only a matter of going through the motions. She stepped to the edge of
the mat and Faith faced her from the other side.
“I hope you
don’t mind, B,” Faith said, pulling a knife from her waistband. She placed it
in the middle of the mat. “I thought I’d add a little extra to the mix.”
For a
moment her confidence wavered but the memory of sliding the knife into Faith’s
stomach before washed over her. If it came down to it then it was just a matter
of doing something she’d already done.
“No
problem, Faith,” Buffy said, nodding. “Let’s do this.”
