Chapter Four

Spike stared at his wife, entranced by her beauty. He had been all set to fantasize about her naked form in the shower, now he could conjur up the real image. "Excuse me, I'm taking a shower, here," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, so am I, pet."

"But I was in here first." She reached for her shampoo and massaged some into her hair, working up a thick lather. "Besides, you wouldn't kick out a defenseless woman who was just innocently washing her hair, would you?"

"No," he said, picking up his soap and washcloth and sudsing himself down. "Wouldn't do that. Now let me under the spray. I have to rinse." He gently shoved her out of the way and stepped under the high-pressure nozzle, washing away the soap. He then stuck Buffy back under the spray so she could rinse her hair.

"That's very kind of you, good sir," Buffy said, smirking as she poured some body wash onto her sponge. She soaped herself down while Spike washed his own hair. Once they had both rinsed once more, Buffy pulled out her razor and began to calmly shave. She could feel Spike's eyes on her, and it caused her to slip and nick her leg. A small trickle of blood appeared.

"You're bleeding," he said, staring at the small cut.

"It'll heal." She looked up at him, and noticed that he stared transfixed. "What are you looking at?" she asked.

"A goddess," he murmured. She stood up straight, a blush coloring her cheeks. His eyes were on her mouth again, and she remembered how his own mouth had felt--soft, gentle, cool against her own.

He dipped his head down slowly, inching toward her mouth, and her eyelids fell shut as she anticipated his kiss. As before, his lips barely brushed against her own, then he suddenly deepened the kiss, probing her mouth gently with his cool tongue. She sighed and melted into his embrace, flesh meeting flesh in a tender, yet utterly passionate joining. She felt him hardening against her belly, and drew back a bit. He looked down at her with desire-filled eyes. Buffy felt lost in his azure eyes as she pulled him down for another kiss, entangling her fingers in his wet, bleached curls. She wrapped one leg around his waist, arching against his erection, and he shuddered at the intimate contact, then turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower stall, grabbing a towel and quickly drying himself off. He then plucked another towel off the rack and patted the water droplets that were running down Buffy's trembling body with the soft terrycloth. His lips touched hers again and he murmured softly, "Nice as the shower is, pet, I kinda fancied our first time being in a bed."

He took her hand and led her into the large bedroom once more, pausing to pull the bolster pillow from the covers and toss it into a corner of the room. He lifted his beautiful wife onto the center of the large bed, then slowly crawled up to her. And Buffy's cell phone rang.

"Bloody hell!" Spike exclaimed, the moment lost. He fell over onto his back, his once raging erection now hanging limply between his legs.

As Buffy answered the phone, she analyzed her husband closely, then reached down and petted his flaccid penis. It sprang back to life and she grinned as she spoke softly to the person on the other end of the line, almost giggling with self-satisfaction when she saw the look on Spike's face. His eyes had gone cloudy, their normal bright cerulean watered down. And he was doing that infernal thing with his tongue. His hands clutched the bedding as she played with his cock, his entire body trembling. Buffy hung up her cell phone and placed it on the bedstand, then squealed as Spike pounced.

Within seconds his cool tongue was spearing inside her, then withdrawing and licking up the edges of her nether lips. She writhed beneath him, keening softly. When she was on the edge of orgasm, Spike pulled his head back, then crawled up her body and teased her with his erection. He rubbed himself against her soaking pussy, then when he was sure she was going to stake him when it was over, he plunged deep inside her. Buffy immediately orgasmed, her soft flesh quivering around Spike's cool hardness. As soon as she had come down somewhat, he began a gentle thrusting inside her.

Barely moving in her, he rolled them to their sides, then repositioned their legs so that they were stacked alternatingly. This freed him from supporting his weight, thusly allowing his hands full range of motion. One arm wrapped itself around her, drawing her close as he could get her, the other carressed her smooth skin. He dipped his head in for a tender kiss, sipping at her lips as he increased his steady rhythm within her.

Buffy's second orgasm surprised her. It came from seemingly out of nowhere, a gentle crest of pleasure that she rode for several minutes. Spike began to vary his rhythm shortly thereafter, thrusting in as deeply as he could and remaining there as he rotated his hips, then pulling nearly out of her, keeping just the engorged head of his cock within her, then thrusting shallowly and quickly for a few moments. They rolled again, so Buffy was once again writhing beneath her lover. She flung her legs over his shoulders, gasping at the new, deeper angle. She instinctively tilted her head, eyes closed, offering her neck to Spike as he pounded into her. Her eyes opened moments later when she realized that he wasn't going to bite her.

"Do it," she moaned.

"I can't," came his response, each word punctuating a deep thrust. "It'll hurt you, and then the chip will zap me."

"I think you can. If I want it, I think you can." She reached for him, then pulled his head close to her jugular. "I know you need blood to come for me, Spike. At least the first time. Take it. I want you to bite me."

Spike's thrusts became more erratic, his rhythm more animalistic as he let the human mask fall away. "You're sure," he whispered, mouth inches from her silky neck.

"Please," she said.

As his needle-sharp fangs sank into the tender flesh of her throat, Buffy screamed in pleasure and climaxed a third time. Spike thrust forcefully into her, his hands grasping her wrists and pinning them over her head as her hot, rich blood filled his mouth. In her blood, he could taste her feelings: fulfillment, happiness, and... love? He pulled out completely, then plunged back inside her once more, pushing up with his toes and locking himself in place as his orgasm overtook him. His cool, dead seed filled her, and she gasped at the sensation, her breating harsh and her pulse fluttering. He tore his mouth away from her throat and growled ferally, his yellow eyes meeting her hazel ones as a single word escaped his lips. "Mine."

"Yours," she whispered, still trembling beneath him. His eyes widened as the implications of that one monosyllabic word hit him. He would explain to her later. For now, he was having trouble even holding himself up, so he pulled out and rolled to his side, rather than collapsing atop her.

The temporarily sated couple cuddled together, Spike spooned to Buffy's back, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

About two hours later, Spike awoke, feeling unnaturally warm. He lifted his head and stared down at the tiny blond paradox that was currently snuggling her soft backside against his semi-hard penis. Glancing down at her throat, he noticed that his bite had already nearly healed over, and smiled somewhat smugly as he realized that it would leave a scar. She most likely hadn't felt the mystical energies swirling about when she had accepted his claim, but the magick had bound them. Now all she had to do was claim him in return--before someone else did.

The following evening, the unlikely couple rose from their rumpled bedding and shuffled into the shower. A few moments after the shower started running, a rhythmic thumping could be heard from within the bathroom, followed by a harsh growl and a scream of pleasure. At least five minutes later they walked back out of the bathroom, intent on going out and enjoying the New York nightlife.

They ended up in Central Park, meandering slowly through the darkened paths. Every few minutes they would stop and cuddle, or kiss, giving the appearance of a couple completely enamored with one another. A scream of terror jolted them out of their newlywed bliss. Buffy whipped a wooden stake out of her sleeve and ran toward the general area where the scream had originated. What she found instantly caused her to stop short, Spike skidding to prevent slamming into her back. It was a vampire attack, yes, but not just *any* vampire. The pale figure that had completely drained their victim stood up and began to sway and hum in the moonlight, their dark brown tresses shining and the skirt of their deep crimson gown swishing softly. When the vampiress turned, Spike let out a shocked gasp.

"My Spike! You brought the party favors!"

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