A Slice of Life in the Forever!verse

by SpikesKat
 

Now that a few centuries had passed, Buffy had hoped that the pain would eventually dull.  Yet, each time she felt another one slip away, a little piece of her died as well.  If it weren’t for her mate…and now Angel, she wasn’t sure how she would get through the pain losing another daughter slayer caused. She wondered idly if the First Slayer had felt this way, if she was grateful that her place had been taken by another. 

When each of those she called friends had gotten older and eventually died, it was Spike who saw her through it.  Then she watched as her sister, Dawn, eventually outgrew her “shell” and reverted to her natural form. Connor had aged and eventually died, and Dawn felt it best for her to go too, confident enough in Spike’s love to keep her older sister happy.   

It had been a dark time in Buffy’s life – losing Connor, Dawn, and Angel in one fell swoop. Angel had been unable to handle the loss of his human son, after barely surviving Cordelia’s death a few decades prior, and seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth – and had it not been for Spike, Buffy, too, would have given up. The two had clung together and slowly worked through their mutual grief. 

Spike had been the one to remind her that even though Dawn had gone, she was still mother to thousands of young girls.  Buffy had held tight to that thought, and to them. Making it her mission in life to see that each one of them got the very best training through the new and improved Council. Overseeing what Giles had rebuilt so many years ago.  

The years had passed and Buffy watched as life continued its endless circle, despairing over every girl she lost and rejoicing in each new one that was called. 

Sunrise was approaching and Buffy could feel the demon urging her to seek shelter, practically berating her for flirting with death like this. She finally left the edge of the beach, her bare feet slowly making their way up the sand dunes leading towards home.  It was crazy to live on the beach given that the sun was so lethal, but the island was deserted save for the three of them and ensured their privacy, a retreat they desperately craved after averting the latest crisis the demon world had to offer.  

She opened the front door and slipped inside.  Spike was waiting for her, of course.  After all this time together, he knew her better than she knew herself, was so in tune with her thoughts and emotions that he almost felt when another slayer met her death, much like she did.   

He said not a word, simply held out his arms, allowing her to move in close and be held.  Then, another body was pressed behind her, his large frame enveloping her from behind, completing her sheltering cocoon. 

“Another one, luv?” Spike asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

She just nodded against his chest, trying to squeeze herself closer to her mate. 

“Xander?” she asked. 

“He’ll be back sometime tomorrow night,” Angel confirmed. 

“Ok.” Though confident enough in her friend’s abilities, she wouldn’t stop worrying until he was home. 

A shudder went through her body and Spike’s eyes lifted to those of his grandsire’s, communicating silently to the elder as Buffy lay nestled between them.  Angel nodded once, trailing a quick hand down a sharp cheekbone on one side of Spike’s face.  Brushing a quick kiss to the top of Buffy’s head, he turned and left the room. 

Buffy didn’t move; she knew that Angel had left to prepare their room.  Creating what she secretly liked to call the “comfort chamber.”  It was always the same.  Spike would instinctively know and be there waiting; Angel would complete their circle then leave to set their room ablaze with candles, waiting in bed for her and Spike to show up.  

Then, the two of them would spend the rest of the night taking her mind off the latest slayer that had met her end. 

And, she loved them both for it.  The three reaffirming life in the oldest way possible.  

She didn’t protest when Spike bent down and slipped an arm beneath her knees and gathered her close to his chest; she leaned her head against his shoulder as he walked off towards their room. 

He’d not waited long, her sensitive nose telling her that Angel barely had time to light the first few candles before he was following the other vamp’s footsteps towards their bedroom.  He was finished, already naked and lying on top of the covers when Spike finally managed to walk through the doorway. 

Spike set Buffy down at the foot of the bed and began to slowly peel the clothes from her body, exposing her flesh to his and Angel’s eyes.  He took his time, pulling each article from her limbs as if to draw out the moment.  He looked up to see his grandsire’s eyes flicker back and forth from chocolate brown to amber.  Spike wouldn’t be surprised if his own eyes were the same yellow-gold.  There was just something about the three of them coming together that seemed to bring the demon out in him. In all of them.

When Buffy stood bare before them, Spike turned his attention to his own clothes, stripping out of them in record time, not wanting to waste a moment of holding his slayer in his arms.  Clothes went flying in a flurry of movements, eliciting a rumbled chuckle from the man on the bed. 

Spike didn’t bother to comment on Angel’s amusement at his expense, not sparing him a glance as he easily lifted Buffy in his arms and settled her in the middle of the bed.  She turned to face him and he slid in next to her, pulling her naked body close to him.   

Buffy moaned out loud when she felt Angel settle himself flush against her back.  Then her head fell forward on her mate’s chest as two sets of hands began roaming over her bare body, making it sing as they touched, licked, and bit – just like she wanted… just like she needed.

The End

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