May, 2003:

Spike opened the door to their bedroom to find Buffy dressed in a white, lacy, floor length night gown.  She was lighting candles that sat on the dresser and there was soft music playing on the stereo.  Spike stepped into the room, closed the door behind him, leaned back on it and just basked in her beauty.

Buffy finished lighting the last candle and turned to face him. She smiled softly as she walked over to where he stood against the door.  Without a word, she laid one hand gently on his cheek and rose up on her toes to take his mouth in a slow, sensuous kiss.  She nibbled at his lower lip, pulling it into her mouth before slipping her tongue out to taste him as she slowly explored his mouth with her own.  Spike moaned against her lips, twirling his tongue around hers and wrapping his arms around her body as a thousand feelings and thoughts washed over him. 

The joy of having her kissing him like this, softly, with love and tenderness, was something part of his soul, the part that had been given a second chance, thought would never happen and it threatened to overwhelm him.   Part of him had wished for, dreamt of, even prayed for, this for so long, but he had nearly given up believing that it would ever happen.  The dream that she could love him as much as he loved her had always been just that in the other world, a dream – an unreachable star in the night sky.  Now, to have her here like this, loving him, kissing him tenderly, caressing his face gently with her hand, it seemed surreal; he was deathly afraid that he would awaken at any moment and find that it was, in fact, just another dream.

Buffy pulled back from the kiss and slipped her hands under his t-shirt, sliding it up his body and over his head as he raised his arms and allowed her to pull it off.  Dropping his shirt on the floor, Buffy brought her hands back to his strong shoulders and trailed her fingers down his hard body, across his six pack abs and to his belt.  She pulled it loose then undid the button on his jeans and slid his zipper down, releasing his erection from the confines of the denim.  Sliding her hands down along his thin hips, the jeans dropped to the floor around his ankles.  Spike toed his boots off then pulled his feet free from the denim as he trailed his hands down Buffy’s shoulders and under the thin straps of the negligee she wore.  Moving his hands gently down her arms, the white lace dropped into a puddle at her feet.

Buffy reached up and wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck, pulling herself up onto her toes so she could whisper in his ear. “Make love to me, William.” It was the first thing either of them had said since Spike entered the room.  He dropped his mouth to hers in a kiss just as gentle and sumptuous as the one she had given him earlier as he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.  He broke the kiss when he laid her down as he caressed her golden body with his eyes. He almost thought he could feel his heart jump in his chest as he took in her beauty and savored the feelings that she stirred in him.

She spread her golden legs, giving him room, and he joined her; his hips pressed against hers, his strong arms held his chest just above hers, as he took her lips in another kiss.   Buffy moaned into his mouth as his tongue darted into hers, teasing and tasting her.  Her hands roamed gently up and down the hard muscles of his back as he broke the kiss and trailed his tongue down her neck, pausing momentarily at the hollow of her throat before continuing down to her breasts.  Buffy moaned again when he circled one nipple, then the other, with his tongue before sucking one gently into his mouth, nibbling lightly on it with is blunt teeth. 

Buffy’s back arched involuntarily, pressing her breasts harder against his inscrutable mouth.  “I need you . . .” she murmured to him as her hips rose of their own volition against his, pressing his erection even harder between their bodies.   Spike pulled away from her nipple and captured her mouth again with his as he lined his hips up with hers and she wrapped her legs around his hard body, tilting her hips up to take him into her.

Spike pressed into her slowly, savoring the feel of her body enveloping him.  Buffy gasped as he entered her, relishing the feeling of him filling her. He made her feel complete; the yin to her yang, like two pieces of one whole - her soul mate.  Part of her soul had missed this feeling, too, and now that they had a second chance, that part of her soul wanted to make sure that Spike knew how much he meant to her.  She lifted her hips slowly up to meet him until his hardness was sheathed in her wet heat completely and they both stopped moving.  He pulled back from the kiss to look at her.  Their eyes held each other captive, looking past the surface all the way into each other’s souls. 

“I love you,” Buffy whispered to him.  “I love you, Buffy,” he replied, his voice deep with emotion, as he started to slowly pull back out of her heat before pressing back in just as gently and slowly as he had before.  They both reveled in the sensations their bodies and hearts felt as he moved slowly in and out of her heat in a long, slow dance. They never wanted that feeling of gentle lovemaking to end, but at the same time, they wanted more.

Moving together in a faster and faster rhythm, the soul mates rose slowly but surely up to the heaven that Spike had promised her the very first night they were together.  The heaven that they lost when she died but were able to find again by believing in each other, trusting each other and loving each other.

As they climaxed, the scream of pleasure that Spike loved so much escaped Buffy’s throat as she clung to him with every fiber of her being.  She held him tightly with her arms and legs as her inner muscles clenched fiercely around his cock and her whole body felt like it might explode with the joy of it.  She was sure she saw stars dancing around them as she climaxed and Spike’s body felt warm where his skin was touching hers. Spike suddenly felt the inescapable need for air and he was sure that he felt his heart beating as he spilled his seed into her with one last deep thrust and a loud roar of his own.

Buffy pulled Spike down atop her as they came back down from the clouds. Keeping her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his now warm body as he tangled his fingers in her hair and breathed hard against her ear.

“God Buffy . . . Oh, God,” he exclaimed, rising up to look into her eyes when his body’s need for oxygen subsided and he was able to form words again.  “What . . .” he started but she stopped him by pressing a finger to his lips.

Buffy smiled softly up at him. “I think the PTB had another surprise for us . . . Papa,” she said softly as she lifted up and captured his lips in a soft kiss.

“Annie’s gonna be a big sister,” she murmured against his mouth.

“Oh God, Buffy . . .” he said, his glistening eyes full of love and joy as he pulled back to look at her face.

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” she asked.  Her eyes danced with delight and the small smile on her lips spread into a joyful grin as she pulled the love of her life back down and held him against her body in a tight hug.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know.  You are the one, Buffy,” he whispered against her ear. Spike wrapped his arms around her and held her just as tightly as she was holding him. They both drifted off into a blissful slumber in each other's arms as a love song played softly in the back ground.  

Their whole lives still lay in front of them and it would certainly be full of challenges and danger; expecting the unexpected had become the norm for them now. But, by standing together as one, the warrior lovers knew they could make heaven a reality every day of their lives and could balance out the troubling times with days filled with laughter, love, and their own small slice of heaven.

Have I Told You Lately That I Love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,

You fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it better,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.

 

**END**

***AUTHOR’S NOTE ***

I hope you enjoyed this story! I know, if you’re like me, you don’t want it to end – so I want to let you know that I will be posting more stories of their life as my muse strikes me; unfortunately, I don’t have any control over him, so I can’t tell you when more will be coming (hopefully it won't be long!!).  I’ll be happy to email you when new stories are posted, though!!  Just email me and let me know you want to be on the list!

Thanks so much for reading!! I really hope you enjoyed it!! 

PS:  If you have any story ideas for our warrior lovers, email me! Maybe it’ll kick my muse in the ass and get him up off the couch!! Actually, he's pretty cute right there . . . hmmm, that's a dilemma, now . . .

~ Passion4Spike ~