Fated - a Buffy/Spike story

Fated - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

By sunset, Buffy was a limp rag. 

"No more exploring. I can't move." 

He leaned over her, grinning smugly. If anything, he seemed even more energized than when they had started. 

"We should leave something for tomorrow," he agreed. "How many times did I make you scream?" 

"I lost count." She gave him an exasperated glare. "Look at you. You're like that miserable Energizer bunny. Don't your batteries ever run down?" 

"Not when they're getting recharged every time. Your blood," he explained at her puzzled glance. "One, the blood of a Slayer is a powerful aphrodisiac. Two, the blood of a Slayer is just plain powerful. I won't need to feed for days. 'M just humming with energy right now. Could maybe take on every demon in the Hellmouth all at once and lick 'em hands down." 

"Lord, just how much did you take?" 

"Just a couple of sips every time we made love. A little less than two-thirds of a cup, all told, most of that when we first initiated the claim." 

"Is that all?" She was amazed. "It really must be powerful." 

"Is. That's why every vamp existing wants a taste of it." 

"And it's all yours. Straight from the tap." 

He stroked the strands of her hair back from her face, his eyes serious. "Don't have to take it if you don't want me to. Tell me not to and I won't." 

She shook her head and cuddled into him. "I want you to." He only bit her when she started to come and the sensation was incredible, intensifying her orgasm to the point of near unbearable rapture, just as those few sips of her blood intensified his. "Is it always this way when a vamp drinks from you? If so, I think I can understand Riley a little better." 

"The claim makes it way more intense. The other is just a pale shadow of it." 

"I like this claim thing," she purred. "So many good things about it." 

He grinned. "Oh, yeah." 

She stretched luxuriously. They had finally made it to the bed. Even though it was only a single and they had to lie tightly curled up against each other, it was still better than the floor. When she stretched, her whole body rubbed sensuously along the length of his. He purred. 

"Mmm. Do that again, luv." 

She did and he buried his face between her breasts and sighed contentedly. 

She kissed the top of his bright head. "My bones have turned into wet noodles. Help me up." 

He burrowed deeper. "Why?" 

"I want to take a shower before we go to Wolfram and Hart." 

"Don't have to. We could..." 

"Why do I think I know how that sentence is going to end?" She pushed away from him, giving him a wicked, sideways glance as she did so. "You need a shower too." 

His tongue curled behind his teeth. "We could save water if..." 

"Just what I was thinking." 

He started to laugh. "What's happened to all your inhibitions, Slayer?" 

"You did. C'mon." 

In the bathroom, she went straight to the mirror to inspect her neck. With all the times that he had bitten her, it should have looked like a pin cushion. To her surprise, there were just two neat puncture marks. He had bitten her every time exactly in the same place, sliding skillfully into the claim mark.