Meant To Be

Title: Meant To Be
Part: 12/?
Notes: Yes... I am aware I've already shipped part 12
off into the world, but I figured the reason I
couldn't get the 13th chapter out was because I did
have major issues with this chapter. So I made a few
changes. :)

Angel raced down the streets. He could smell
Drusilla's scent and was using that as his guide. But
the loon had obviously anticipated this as there
seemed to be several different paths her scent trailed
to.

She was so dangerous. He'd almost forgotten that in
the past few months. She'd been weak, but he'd made
her better. Any deaths she caused... they would be all
his fault. They would all weigh on his soul and
conscience.

He froze when he remembered his own words to her when
she'd told him he still loved Buffy. "Yes, I think
about Buffy, but, only like you do of Spike."

In all honesty... he still loved Buffy. Which meant...
did it mean she still loved Spike? Would she go after
Buffy? Would she try and hurt her?

Then again, maybe if Drusilla was willing to take
Spike back, he'd go with her and they'd either leave
or Buffy would kill them. Then he could have her
again.

Even if she had been dirtied and tainted by Spike's
touch.

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Buffy gasped into Spike's mouth as her hips rocked
against his. "I need you." She whimpered.

"Luv, I'm trying to drive here. I may not die if I
crash 'cause of what you're doing, but, you might." He
groaned, pushing her off his lap with one hand.

Buffy pouted, snuggling up against him. "Where are you
taking me?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would
it?" His eyes crossed as she slid her hand down the
waist of his new black pants.

"Fine, fine." She sighed heavily, brushing her breasts
against his arm. "Don't tell me. See if I care."

"Luv... stop..." He begged as he swerved in and out of
different lanes. Lucky for them, the roads were
practically deserted at 8pm. Thank god this was the
Hellmouth.

"Stop what?" She asked demurely, her fingers rubbing
the pre-cum that had been coming out of the head of
Spike's erection all over the length.

"You bloody well know what! And if you don't stop I'm
gonna..."

"Ravage me?" She offered, her face still a mask of
innocence.

Spike looked over at her and chuckled, pulling the car
off the road. He slid it into park and pounced on her.
Buffy giggled as he rained kisses all over her face
and neck. All the while, he quickly undid his belt and
shoved his pants down his hips. He shoved Buffy's
pretty new dress up. "Please be careful... I don't
wanna ruin this dress." She panted as he gave her
panties a tug and ripped them from her. "Spike!"

"What? You said be careful with the dress." He grinned
devilishly. Buffy was about to say something when he
slid into her.

Her angry retort turned into a mewling sound. He
thrust into her roughly. His arms were shaking with
the effort to hold himself up. One of Buffy's hands
clutched at the headrest of her seat... the other held
Spike's head to hers. Their mouths were crushed
together as Spike slowed his thrusts down just a bit.
He was in no hurry. His well laid out, simple, yet
sweet and elegant plans, with Buffy's extended curfew
had room for... plenty of things on the side.

"You're mine, Buffy." He grunted, sliding in and out
of her warm, tight channel.

"Possessive, much?" She meant to sound angry, but, it
came out as a squeak.

"Very much. I'd kill anyone who tried to take you away
from me..." His slow thrusts becoming painful for both
of them. Her inner walls squeezing him tightly at
every movement. She threw her arms around his
shoulders, clutching him closely to her.

Spike lost control as he pumped in and out of her.
Buffy kept her eyes focused on his face. His chiseled
face was always so expressive. She didn't understand
how Giles could say that vampires couldn't feel
anything but the desire to kill. All she could see on
his face, in his eyes, was his love for her. Every
time he spoke to her... every time he touched her. He
didn't even have to say it. She just knew.

"I love you." He gasped, pressing his forehead to
hers. Of course, he didn't have to say it... but, when
he did, she'd hear his voice shake with emotion.
Emotion he tried to pour into the words... though they
did what he really felt no justice.

"Love you, too." Spike came deep inside her when she
said that. Buffy followed seconds later, crying out
her release.

Spike lay heavily atop her. He wrapped his arms around
her back, holding her like she was the most precious
and valuable thing in the world. Buffy could scarcely
breathe, but, she didn't want to say anything. She
loved being in his arms. Nothing could go wrong there.


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Drusilla waltzed into The Bronze without any problems.
Her few minions quickly took out those of Spike's who
had tried to stop her. It angered her a bit because
she sired most of them. Didn't that make for any sense
of loyalty in them?

As she entered the back-room of the Bronze, where
Spike had stuff set up for Buffy's birthday, she and
her minions were greeted with over twenty-five of
Spike's getting things ready for their Master's
arrival.

She saw Dalton talking animatedly on a phone. She knew
instantly that he was talking about her. Was it Spike
on the other end? He glanced at her nervously.

Dalton was always more loyal to Spike than to her.
They were kindred. Both having been sad excuses for
men when they were alive. Only, where Spike had
changed, Dalton stayed pretty much the same.

She'd known he was destined for the same sad life of
servitude he always had the day he was brought in by
one of Angelus' minions. Angel had wanted Dalton to
practice different torture techniques, but Spike had
rescued him.

Her noble Spike. No. Drusilla shook her head to clear
it of the visions she started having of him and Buffy
entwined. Not her Spike anymore.

But he would be again. She'd do anything to get him
back.

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"More presents?" Buffy's eyes widened, a happy smile
formed over her beautiful, full lips.

"'Course." He dropped the cigarette he'd been puffing
on to the ground and walked back over to car. She was
perched on the hood of it, examining the wrapped box
on her lap. He placed his hands on her knees to spread
them so that he could stand between her legs.

"But you already got me..."

"Will you open it already?" He asked impatiently.

Buffy grinned before ripping the silvery paper off the
box. She yanked out tissue paper impatiently before
grabbing Spike's journal out of it. "I remember this."
She said with a slight blush. It was where she'd first
declared her love for him.

"I've written in it since that first night. S'all
stuff 'bout you." He mumbled shyly.

Buffy leaned forward, pulling him into a hug with one
arm. She clutched the journal tightly with her other.
"Thank you."

Spike pulled her off the car, holding her hand as he
led her to the passenger side door. "C'mon, Pet.
We've still got lots to do tonight." Ever the gallant
little poofter he was, he opened the door for her and
helped her in.

Buffy pulled her seat belt on before leafing through
the pages of the journal. Spike had worried that she'd
think him a complete and utter git when he'd debated
giving it to her... but, the red on her cheeks and the
tiny smile on her lips let him know that she really
liked his bloody awful poetry.