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Chapter 31

“My soul! I don’t have a soul!” she wailed.

Spike tried to pull Buffy back to him so that he could calm her down, but she was having none of that. Just scrambled out of his arms, tears flowing down her face and she dashed off towards the bathroom. He ran after her, but she beat him there; the door shut and locked before he could stop her. He could have easily broken the lock, was half tempted to, but something held him back. What, he wasn’t quite sure. Maybe the subconscious guilt he was still feeling for having made her what she was in the first place. Instead, he put his hand flat against the door, as if somehow, he could reach through the wall that was between them and touch her.

Sighing, he put his back to the door and slid slowly to the floor, leaning his head back against the rest against the wooden surface. Her anguished sobs tore at his unbeating heart. He needed to comfort her. He was her Sire, dammit. And if she would have him, her Mate, as well. He was supposed to take care of her. Very hard to do with a locked door between them.

“Buffy, please, love. Stop crying,” He banged his head softly against the door, tormented as he listened to her weep. “Please stop…” he mumbled brokenly, her tears a torture worse than anything Angelus had ever inflict upon him. She continued to cry, oblivious to his pleas.

“You have your soul, baby. It never left this room,” he finally whispered some time later. Her crying abruptly stopped as she got wind of his barely uttered words, and he fell backwards as the bathroom door was practically yanked off the hinges inward.

“Really?” she asked in a small child like voice, looking down upon his sprawled body on the bathroom floor.

“Yes, love,” he replied as he looked up at her. Her smile was blinding. She was so happy that Spike just smiled back at her, grateful she was no longer crying. He felt so helpless when she cried.

Squealing, she launched herself at him, eliciting a grunt from Spike as her naked body landed on top of his own. Buffy began placing quick pecks all over his face and neck, grateful at the good news.

“Buffy...pet...” Spike tried to get out. “Floor... hard... go… bed.”

Buffy took advantage of his open mouth and slipped her tongue inside to tangle with his. Her playfulness gave way as passion flared from their heated kisses.

At that point, Spike could have cared less where they were.

Buffy felt his cock hardening against her stomach as she lay flush against Spike's body. Breaking their kiss, she leaned up away from his chest. With her breasts now exposed, Spike reached up and cupped them with his hands, using his thumb to rub back and forth across her hardened nipples. She shifted forward so that the curls covering her sex could glide up and down along his length, making it wet from her secretions. Spike groaned at the contact, gently squeezed her breasts in reaction. Her answering moan had him sitting up, taking one of her pert nipples in his mouth, his tongue laving it to an even harder point. Her arms wrapped around his neck to hold him close while his mouth paid homage to her breast. When Spike felt that it was tended to properly, he released her nipple and proceeded to run his tongue down the valley between her breasts before his mouth settled on the other one, showing it the same attention.

Shifting to her knees, she reached down with one hand and wrapped it around his length, causing Spike to groan around the flesh in his mouth. She slowly pumped him from base to tip a few times producing a few drops of precum. She used her thumb to smooth the drop over the head. Guided his cock to her pussy and rubbed it up and down her slit, coating the head with her juices. Positioning him over her opening, she slid slowly down on his length, enveloping him. Her actions caused Spike to release the nipple he was tending to groan out her name. Pushing him to lay back on the floor, she began to slowly ride him – using her knees as leverage to raise her hips so that only the head of his cock remained inside before lowering herself once more. His face was a picture of absolute ecstasy: head thrown back, the corded muscles in his neck taut, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his mouth open – as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite get the words out.

The slow pace was starting to drive Buffy crazy. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she proceeded to ride him hard. Bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming her pleasure. Her butt slapping against his bare thighs the only sound as they lay half in, half out of the bathroom.

Spike could feel his balls starting to tighten and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he took one of his hands from where it was gripping her hips as she rode him and moved it to her clit. He used his thumb to rub circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Buffy released her bottom lip to moan at the touch. Soon, the pleasure became unbearable and she hollered Spike’s name as her orgasm overtook her. As her inner muscles clamped down on his cock, he tumbled into oblivion after her.

Completely spent, Buffy collapsed on top of Spike practically purring her contentment.

~*~*~*~*~

“Spiiiiiiike!”

The bellow was heard downstairs by all.

The occupants of the office looked up from what they were doing to stare at one another. The blush staining Giles’ face even encompassed his ears. He whipped off his glasses to give them a quick no nonsense scrubbing with his handkerchief before resettling them on his face, burying his nose back in the book he was reading. Angel gave a silent, wistful sigh then went back to the sketch he was making of his new family, drawn completely from memory. Fred and Wesley looked at one another; Fred blushing a becoming shade of red, Wesley replying with a shy smile and a shoulder shrug as if to say: “Lovers.” Then, they both returned to their work.

The occupants in the other room were far luckier. They were all fast asleep.

~*~*~*~*~

“I really have my soul,” Buffy asked in a child-like voice awhile later.

“Tell me... do you feel like eating Dawn, or Giles, or Willow? They’re all downstairs completely vulnerable. You could have ‘em drained before they knew it.”

“Ewwwww...Spike,” she said as she leaned up off his chest to look down at him. “Gross.”

“Well... you asked, pet. Do you think if you didn’t have a soul you would care? Shoot, they’d probably be your first meal.”

“But, how? Did Willow do that spell with that orb thingy? What’s it called?” Then another realization dawned on her. “Oh God, do I have one of those happiness clauses. No wait. I can’t.” Spike quirked his brow at her as she rambled on. He apparently didn’t need to participate in this conversation; she was doing just fine by herself. Then she paused.

“Can’t what, kitten?”

“I can’t have a happiness clause, silly.”

“Well, of course you don’t.”

“Smug much?” she asked, doing a good Spike imitation of the raised eyebrow.

“Huh?” Somewhere along the line he had lost the thread of the conversation.

“The happiness clause. I obviously don’t have one of those, or I would have lost my soul already.” The light bulb went off in his head and Spike realized what Buffy was referring to. A smile lit up his face producing an answering smile on Buffy’s. He had made her happy. A moment of pure happiness. He leaned up off the cold floor to give Buffy a hug, practically breaking her ribs in his enthusiasm.

“Thanks, love. Although, that’s not exactly what I was referring to. Your soul never left this room. Shoot, probably didn’t even stray too far from your body. And, Willow’s magick had nothing to do with it.”

Now it was her turn to say, “Huh?”

“Maybe Giles can explain it better. And, although I had planned on keeping you locked up in here for the better part of a week, I think the others would like to see you.”

“A week! And they... and we...” she broke off. If it were possible, her entire body would be beet red from embarrassment right now. Her mortification wore off quickly giving way to anxiety. She didn’t mind what she had become, but she had no idea how the others were going to react. She threw her arms around him, pulling him tightly to her. She was scared and needed him to reassure her.

“They’re gonna hate me, aren’t they?” She hated the quavering note to her voice, but she couldn’t remember a time when she was more nervous to see her friends and family.

“Oh, no, pet. They’re not gonna hate you. They love you. Now, me on the other hand...”

She pushed back a little so that she could see his face. He gave her his trademark smirk, designed to fool all that he didn’t care. But Buffy had heard the resignation in his tone. She didn’t know what to say. Her friends had never really cared for Spike. Even after he had saved them all, he was still a sore subject between them. This time around, however, things were going to be different. If her friends couldn’t accept Spike, then they would have to go. It was time that he came first for a change. She gave him a quick kiss then stood up.

“Shower first. Then we can go see Giles.” She reached her hand down to help him up. He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“Shower only, Spike.”

“Whatever you say, pet.”

Needless to say, showering wasn’t the only thing they did, and it was over an hour later before they finally made their way downstairs.

~*~*~*~*~

The closer they got to the office, the more sounds Buffy could make out. Three heartbeats. Rustling papers. Low murmurs between Fred and Wesley. A pencil scratching back and forth across a piece of paper before it suddenly stopped. Angel. She could feel him. She was starting to get nervous and she slipped her hand into her Sire’s seeking his reassuring touch. He gave her a quick squeeze as he laced his fingers through hers.

Spike used his free hand to open the office door before Buffy could change her mind. With his other hand still clasped in hers, he gave a quick tug and pulled her into the office. He shut the door behind them, blocking her means of escape and getting the attention of the other occupants in the room. Everyone, that is, except Angel; he had sensed them outside and already had his eyes trained on the door. Spike released her hand and leaned back against the door with his arms crossed over his chest; Buffy stood about a foot in front of him staring at Giles. With her back to him, Buffy wasn’t able to see the glare he directed at everyone – daring them to hurt her feelings.

Giles bounded to his feet when he realized who had stepped into the office. He whipped his glasses off his face, getting ready to wipe them clean as was his nervous habit. With a shake of his head, he tossed them on the desk. He glanced at the blond vampire before rolling his eyes at Spike’s rude glare; Spike just quirked his scarred eyebrow in return. But Spike was dead serious; he’d flay anyone alive that hurt his girl’s feelings regarding her new “status.”

Giles made his way around the front of his desk to stand before Buffy. His miracle slayer. Her outward appearance had changed a little. She was a bit paler than before. Although, compared to the last few days, her appearance was a major improvement. Plus there was the whole lack of breathing thing that took some getting used to. But as he pulled her to him for a hug, he knew that is was still the same Buffy on the inside. Even if she was now cool to the touch.

Buffy was nervous as she felt four pair of eyes on her as Spike pushed her in front of him. She’d have to remember to have a word with him about that. When she looked at her former Watcher and could see nothing but awe and acceptance, she finally began to relax. He embraced her, and she released the completely unnecessary breath that she had been holding. Apparently, Spike had been right, though she’d never tell him that.

After a time, Giles stepped back and held Buffy at arm's length. She visibly sensed him going into “Watcher” mode and was grateful. Maybe now she could find out what exactly the hell was going on. Giles walked back around behind the desk, gesturing for Buffy to take one of the seats facing the desk. He grabbed his glasses from the desk and settled them back on his nose. Spike, seeing Buffy move to sit at one of the two chairs in front of the desk, realized that she wasn’t going to bolt. Pushing himself away from the door, he crossed the room to where Buffy was sitting. She made no protest as he pulled her up out of the seat so that he could sit down and pull her down on his lap. Giles rolled his eyes at the move.

Buffy was actually grateful for Spike’s seeming highhandedness. Her lingering anxiety hadn’t abated, and she needed him near. His touch calmed her. Somehow, instinctively, he seemed to know that. And by his “Big Bad” posturing, he was able to provide what she needed without making her appear weak before the others by asking for it. Sighing, she leaned back into his chest as his arms came around her waist to hold her in place.

“So, Giles, you want to tell me what in the world is going on?” Buffy asked in her usual, take-charge manner.

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