Therapy

Chapter 12/ Therapy
Disclaimer in chapter 1
Bold print is internal thoughts


They walked without speaking each deep in thought.

Buffy's mind was traveling at the speed of sound, what have I done? What am I doing? Claimed Spike, I claimed Spike. Do I want him? Why not?

He loves me. He won't leave, he doesn't need me, and he just loves me. But he's a vampire.

He has no soul, but he loves me. His eyes, eyes like that don't lie, can't lie. But...But...

But.. Shut up brain, talk to me heart, you've been quiet too long. Talk to me, what do you want? Him, I want him, he makes me feel. He makes me soar.

He just wants to betray you. Shut up brain, if that was it he could have killed me long ago. So the internal argument continued all the way back to the house.

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Spike was stunned. His feet moved followwherwherever Buffy led. His mind racing, it's a dream, it's a bloody dream, oh sod it all, stake me now before I wake up.

It is not a dream, bloody hell my neck still hurts. She claimed me, she hasn't denied it.

She's taking soulless undead me to her home to her bed, to make love, oh please.

Please let me do this right, I can't believe she wants me. God don't let me bullocks this up.

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They reached the house too soon and not soon enough. Climbing the stairs slowly quietly, into Buffy's room, she turned closed the door, and locked it. Crossing to her nightstand she turned on the lamp and a radio.

She began to remove his duster and shirt gently like one would a child's clothes, stopping to plant light kisses on his chest and neck, circling him she moved across his back and kneeling behind him, she removed his boots, kneading his feet and stroking up his shins.

He came out of his daze and slowly pulled her up, removed her jacket, and lifted her shirt over her head, kissing her ear down her neck to her shoulder.

Moving around behind her, he loosened her bra and drew it down her arms, wrapped her in his embrace. Nuzzling her neck, lapping slowly at the scars he found there.
His hands were caressing her tender breasts, thumbs circling her nipples, sending shivers through her.

He moved his encircling arms down to her waist and unfastened her jeans, slid them down her hips. He knelt behind her lifted her feet and pulled off her shoes and jeans one foot at the time.

First the left foot then the right. Stroking firmly he moved from her feet up her calves to her inner thighs, standing he embraced her again.

She turned in his arms, unbuttoning his jeans as she kissed him deeply sucking on his bottom lip, nipping it.

Her hot little hands pushed his jeans down; as he was released from the restraints she wrapped one hand firmly around his girth, stroking him. He was longer and thicker than anyone she had every known.

She dropped to her knees, greedily taking all of him into her hot little mouth. Sliding up and down his smooth length, sucking strongly, surely. One hand cradling his balls, the other stroking between the cheeks of his ass.

He moaned deeply in his throat, as he fisted both hands into her golden hair. He pulled her up and spun her in his arms to face away from him.

He dropped his mouth to neck, wrapped his right arm around her rubbing her left breast. His left hand slipped beneath the band of her panties, rocking his hardness against her ass, as his fingers trailed down over her clit to the lips of her cunt.

His hand moved down so that his thumb stroked across her clit teasing it as his fingers slowly worked one by one into her wet throbbing center. Buffy moaned deep in her throat, sounding almost like a growl.

He pushed her panties down her thighs, spun her around and knelt before her, slipping them off her feet. He lifted her left leg and hooked it over his shoulder.

Spike buried his mouth in the sweet hot center of her being. Licking, nipping, and kissing he slid his cool tongue into the honeyed hot wetness of her.

Buffy locked her hands in his hair. She trembled and bucked. Her legs were no longer holding her up, he was.

He had twined his arms up around her back supporting her as her first orgasm of the night shot through her. Leaving her limp and sobbing for breath.

Spike laid her back on the bed still suckling at her nether lips, teasing her labia, licking and sucking all the flavor of her into his cool lush mouth. Savoring her scent, soft muck and sunshine.

He watched her, looking up the length of her toned and tanned body. She is amazing, and I'm her with her, bugger all, this is heaven.

His eyes held a quizzical gaze as he watched her. She reached down for him begging softly, "Come to me please. I need to hold you."

He climbed onto the bed and up her body, reminding her of a large jungle cat, so lithe, so swift and graceful. She ran her hands down his chest from his shoulders to his pecs, and down across his ribs to his back.

Amazed at the coolness of him, she was burning alive. They kissed deeply, never breaking the contact, as she bit and teased his lips, he bathed her hot little mouth with his cool tongue.

Their tongues battled, chasing one another, like elusive prey. The heat radiating off her body, scorched him, burning him alive. He couldn't get enough, understanding the compulsion a moth feels.

His cool hands were exploring her, stroking, caressing her from her face to her throat, down to her shoulders, her breasts, palming her nipples, hot and rigid as little branding irons.

Cool hands sweeping down the plain of her ribs to her hips, up the leg she had wrapped across him. Moaning and sighing into her mouth, he finally broke free and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Sighing her name like a mantras, "Buffy, oh god, Buffy"

He lapping at the throbbing vein there, kissing and nibbling it. He felt the power of her heart through his lips and tongue.

All the while her hands ran over him from his hair down his neck to his back scratching and clawing. Around his ribs, searing him, up his abs to his pecs, finally circling his nipples, pinching and twisting painfully. "AUGGH Luv" he groaned, as he arched his back.

Buffy rolled them over and crouched between his legs, licking and kissing him from his chin to his ear, down his neck, all the while her hands stroking and rubbing his belly moving slowly lower.

Her mouth blazed a path down his collarbone to his chest, circling like a hawk to pounce on his nipple, biting and pulling it.

As her hands reached his engorged head, she held it firmly with one hand, flicking softly across the tip with the other. Spike bucked up, arching his spine, crying out.

He reached with one hand to draw her back for a kiss; the other hand snaked down to her quim, rubbing, diving, and fingers in, quick and hard, stroking deeply finding her spot.

Circling it mercilessly, driving her over the edge again, feeling her inner walls grasping pulling, squeezing, holding him there. Drenching his hand, branding him with her heat.

She collapsed boneless on his chest, shaking, shuddering, and panting for breath. His hand never stopped, his lips and mouth kissing, licking, and nipping at her neck.

Before she had calmed the shaking of her body, he was driving her again, up, harder, faster, and over the edge into the sweet oblivion of another orgasm. She couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

She thrashed in ecstasy, "Spike,-- oh god,-- oh Spike," Her eyesight was gone, everything a white blur.

"Oh god,--love,--me,--oh stop" She couldn't breath, lungs raking in fire not air.

"don't-stop-never-stop" her muscles gone, no control, spasms beginning at her core.

"-oh god, --dying-I'm dying-ahhhh, " her heart exploded, her head rolled back, and just before she bowed back rigid, he kissed her.

Then he felt it. Her body was in overload, and her heart was pounding in an irregular and frantic rhythm. Her muscle began to convulse. "Oh shit, Buffy!" he cried.

"Pet, don't leave me, stay with me luv, Hush, kitten." He murmured over and over to her as he laid her beside him stroking her face.

He was frightened, her heart was pounding so hard and so fast, he was truly afraid for her. He murmured to her, "Breath, my luv, slow hun, breath easy pet." He sobbed, "Buffy don't leave me, come back to me."

Franticly he stroked and soothed her, as her heart began to slow and her breathing began to appear more regular. Ardor forgotten in his panic. He hugged her close, "We'll stop, no more luv, I'm sorry."

As she slowly became aware of her surroundings, he gasped, "Buffy, you scared me outta my bleeding mind, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to push to that point. I won't drive you that hard again, please forgive me."

She giggled softly and whispered, " Liked it, wanna drive you, please-- can't stop, feels like heaven."

Spike sat up and pulled her into his lap. "No pet you were in real trouble there. I can't loose you again. Not now, I'm yours for all time, remember that." He peppered her face with kisses.

"Spike" she began softly, the corners of her mouth turned down, "I..." she stopped head down, "I don't want to..."

"Hush my sweet. You don't have to say it. You want out of the claim, it's done, you can forget it, and I'll never tell a soul." He kissed her tenderly, tears slipping down his cheeks.

Buffy sat and stared, Spike crying, without thinking she kissed away the tears.

She took a deep shuddering breath, laid her hand against his face and turned him to look straight into her eyes. "Listen to me you crazy fool, I don't know what I want but,he hhe hesitated, closing her eyes and breathing deeply.

"I've finally realized that it is you I want in my life. If you think you can put up with me. God knows I drive men away, first my father, then Angel, Parker, Riley, and Giles. I can't stand it anymore. I'm sick of being afraid to care about someone."

Spike held her face between his hands, tracing her cheeks. "Buffy, my sweet, I love you, I love Bit. The only way I'll every leave you is as dust."

He took a deep breath, " I may drive you crazy, sod it all, I am trying to remember how to interact with humans, But I've still got my temper. That doesn't mean I don't care."

Spike grinned, "I know you're the slayer, and you don't need my help, but I want to help you. I can't stand the thought that you could be hurt, and I'd have made the difference,"

A grimace crossed his face, "I failed you once, I don't think I can stand it if it happened again."

"I know you feel that way, but Spike you didn't fail. You did all anyone could." She answered.

"Have you truly thought about 'us'? Your mates will not be pleased. The whelp is likely to have a seizure."

Buffy kissed him, "Spike shut up and make love to me." She ordered.

Returning her kiss he replied, "Only if we go slow Luv."

With that she kissed him wildly, passionately, and deeply. Pulling him over on top of her, she began to rub her hands up his ribs. She rocked her hips against him. He was growing hard again.

He began to rub his cock against her clit, levering himself up to attend her sweet breast, leaning on his right arm, his hand clutching her hair.

He sucked hard on the left nipple like a newborn babe, palming and teasing the right one with his hand. Rocking gently against her in slow circles, the fire building slowly between them, her labia swelled, and she was wet once more.

He stopped rocking, as she mewled in protest. With his left hand he lifted her rear, tilting her hips upward. Her legs were wrapped around him as he slid the head of his cock into her waiting center.

With the smallest of moves he slipped into her little by little, until Buffy suddenly lunged upward impaling herself on him.

Both groaned, as he lowered onto his arms to take his weight on the bed. Both savoring the union their bodies made. Kissing her tenderly, he swirled his hips grinding fully into her.

She arched up to meet him, clutching him to her with her arms and legs, scoring his flesh with her nails.

Again they began the dance, slowly, calmly, gently, building in intensity. Spike felt waves of fire rushing through his body. Starting as his cock spinning out and back gathering like a storm deep in the center of his being, marking him, and scouring his very essence.

A buzzing roar sounding like the wind filled his head. Something was growing, expanding trying to explode out of his chest.

Deep in the core of her soul Buffy, could almost see the light building, golden soft, blinding, it wafted out filling her body completely.

She pulled Spike down to kiss her bite mark, murmuring "I want you". She nipped at his neck again, her orgasm gathered waiting, "Come with me---NOW" she pleaded. A keening cut through her very soul, her heart erupted with the emotions hidden there.

In a deep and guttural voice he pledged, "I'm always be with you." He plunged into harder and deeper then every before.

Buffy bit down on his wound, crying out "Mine forever" as she again swallowed his blood. She felt and saw herself through his eyes. Marveling at the rush of tenderness and love she felt.

Spike pledged "Yours, forever" as he bit her soft silky neck with his blunt teeth. Their orgasms unleashed and rocketed through the couple, locking them once again in the 'little death' their emotions produced.

Slowly they returned to themselves, Spike nuzzling her. Not withdrawing, holding her to him.

Buffy was purring almost like a kitten. She softly giggled. Turning Spike's face to hers she whispered, "I can feel you grow inside me, I'm ready if you are."

"Anytime you want me luv, I belong to you." He purred back. She had claimed him truly this time, ignorance no longer an excuse.

Spike was ecstatic; his golden goddess, Buffy, had claimed him.

This time was playful, full of fun, lots of tickles giggles, and true laughter, sated they drifted gently to sleep.
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4:30am Spike awoke, false dawn, he ran his hands over his love in a soft caress, and began to slip out of bed.

Buffy stirred, "Don't go," she murmured softly.

"What about Nibblet? Need to get out of here before sunrise." He sighed

" I really am starting to dislike the sun, and she knows remember. Get back here." She rubbed the sheet next to her.

"You really do want me to stay?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yes I want you to stay, come here."

Purring he slide back into the warm pocket between the sheets and spooned next to his golden queen.

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Sunday morning as a sleep ruffled Dawn padded down the hall to the bathroom she passed Buffy's closed door. Weird she thought she usually leaves it cracked. As she came back down the hall she silently tried the knob, locked. A mischievous smile lit her face as she tiptoed down the stairs to reach the kitchen.

Big Sunday breakfast was just what she needed to tweak both her sister and her best friend. About time they wised up, Dawn had known they belonged together forever.

Twenty minutes later Dawn pounded up the stairs and rapped sharply on Buffy's door. In a much too cheerful voice she almost sang, "Breakfast is ready. If you two don't hustle I'll eat is all myself. 'Sides your mug'll get all cold and gunky Spike."

"What 'mug' are you prattling about bit?" He snapped.

"Toasty warm O Neg, oh blond one." Dawn giggled.

"Be right down, don't you dare eat it all" Buffy called back.

Dawn giggled and sprinted down the steps as she heard them start to stir.

Spike and Buffy arrived a short while later, and on the kitchen island they found an array of waffles, bacon, coffee, OJ and Spike's mug.

As they sat eating and chatting, Dawn's efforts were praised and appreciated. She announced that she was heading to Janice's to work on a project for school, and would be home shortly before dark, leaving the couple alone for the rest of the day.

The lovers spent the day relaxed, and discovering the new easiness that they shared. There former 'battles' with sharpened tongues now forgotten as they found the joy the same 'weapons' could bestow. They no long used speech to assault each other with emotional pain, but with the tenderness of love