“How’d you know that Sarah?”
She shrugged.
“I had a dream,” she said again then looked at him. “But it wasn’t a dream, was it? Not really.”
“Probably not,” he admitted and was silent for a moment. “Tell me about it? Your dream. Please?”
She looked at her nails for a moment then spoke.
“It was after I did the big fire blast thing. When I was all busy being unconscious. Great way for a Champion to start out huh? God that sounds so weird, me a Champion… I was younger, nine or ten, no older than twelve though and we, me and my family, were in the park. We got attacked by…shadows or shadow demons or something like that, then I saw you and Drusilla and I knew you… I’d never seen you before but I knew that I could trust you. I gave you my brother, he was only three, ‘cause I knew you’d keep him safe. Mom and dad were doing magic against the demons but I knew they would lose so I burned them, the demons, just like in the alley. Then we were outside my house…Travers was there, talking to my parents. He wanted to take me to England to train me, he said; but I didn’t trust him and neither did you. Wanted to take me to Sunnydale with you but Dru said that the pixies told her that ‘Sweet William’s Blood Mate’ wouldn’t be safe ‘til I was ‘all grown up and bathed in the blood of the naughty, naughty animals.”
Sarah relayed that last part with an eerily accurate imitation of his Sire.
“Then?” he prompted.
“Then, I woke up.” She leveled her gaze on him again. “It *was* a memory, wasn’t it? Or parts of memories at least.”
He nodded.
“Yeah, it was.”
She hugged her knees to her chest.
“Why?”
“Why..?” he repeated, confused by her question.
“Why did you send me away?”
She hadn’t dreamed it but *knew* that that’s what had happened.
“I didn’t want to,” he said softly. “But I couldn’t keep you safe luv. Not from the whole bloody Council.”
He took a deep breath and knelt in front of her.
“So I summoned someone who could.”
“Whistler,” she guessed. The vampire nodded.
“He didn’t tell me what he was gonna do…”
Spike pulled her into a fierce embrace. “Christ pet, I thought you *died*! Everyone did. The car went up in a soddin’ ball of flames…”
He trailed off as the memory played out in his mind, as it had occasionally done over the past nine years, and he shuddered, squeezing her tighter. She leaned into his embrace, hugging him back until breathing became an issue.
“Spike love, Sarah can’t breathe.”
“Oh, sorry.”
He eased up but didn’t release her and she stayed where she was, content to hold and be held, uncaring that she was clad in only a towel and ignoring the extreme surrealness /is that even a word? / of the situation. Sarah hadn’t realized until that moment just how touch starved she was. Her family wasn’t really touchy-feely unless somebody died or got married and she’d never had a boyfriend in that other world but now that she knew about the whole Blood Mates thing it made her feel a little better about the fact. If she was supposed to be with Spike, why would she want anyone else? Then a thought crossed her mind and she giggled.
“What?” Spike asked, pulling back enough to look up at her.
“I was just thinking that whoever’s in charge of this pairing people up stuff must have a really fucked up sense of humor.”
Spike quirked an eyebrow at her language. The last time he’d seen her she wouldn’t even say the word ‘crap’ if something went wrong.
“Why’s that?”
“The Slayer of Slayers having a Slayer for a Mate? That’s…I don’t know if ironic is the right word but it’s something.”
He grinned.
“God I missed you pet. You and your pearls of wisdom.”
She shrugged. “I’ve got a lot of time on my hands.”
“I’ll bet. Are you hungry yet?”
“God yes.”
He pressed a quick kiss to her collarbone and moved toward the dresser where he’d left the vending machine food as she scooted up the bed and leaned against the headboard. He tossed her the chocolate and crawled in beside her as she took a bite, a look of pure joy crossing her features. Savoring the taste Sarah searched for the remote. Spotting it on one of the bedside tables she grabbed it then snuggled up against Spike and turned on the tv, leaning into his embrace, instantly comfortable with him, like they’d been doing this for years. He studied her face, taking in her thoughtful expression, and took a guess at what she was wondering about.
“It’s part of bein’ Blood Mates.”
“What is?”
“Bein’ so comfortable with each other so soon.”
“Oh,” she said then hazarded a guess of her own. “There’s gonna be a lot of this-isn’t-weird-‘cause-we’re-Blood-Mates moments, aren’t there?”
He chuckled. “Probably.”
She smiled and looked at the clock. “Well, it’s 7:30 so we have a choice of sleep, cartoons, infomercials, or early morning talk shows.”
“So many choices,” he deadpanned. “Oh, whatever shall we choose?”
She grinned at him.
“Cartoons,” they said together. Sarah rolled her eyes and began flipping through the channels.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m only 21, what’s your excuse?”
He frowned in confusion. “No, you’re 19.”
“No,” she replied. “It was 2006 in that other dimension. I’m 21…or I will be in October.”
“That git brought you back in time too?”
“Apparently,” she replied, before stopping on a Coyote and Roadrunner cartoon. Finishing the chocolate bar she sucked the melted leftovers from her fingers as a thought occurred to her.
“Are you hungry?”
Spike looked at her sharply.
“I’ll be fine.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
She balled up the chocolate wrapper and tossed it, left-handed, at the trashcan in the corner. She let out a quiet ‘Ow’ as one of the claw marks split open and fresh blood oozed to the surface.
Spike growled.
“You did that on purpose,” he accused.
“Prove it,” she challenged, cradling her arm. “Besides, what would the other demons say if I let my Mate go hungry?”
She quickly insinuated herself behind him and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her bleeding wrist up to him, her other arm going across his chest as she laid her head on his shoulder. Spike just stared at the tv.
“Please?” Sarah asked in her best little girl voice, the one that almost never failed to get her what she wanted. She hadn’t used it in awhile and hoped that it was still as effective.
/bloody daft chit, tempting a hungry vampire with Slayer blood/
“You’re not food,” he said. “You’re my Mate…”
Sarah cut him off.
“I’m the only source of blood at the moment, and you’re hurt.”
He’d hidden it well but she’d seen several of the hits he’d taken. She was surprised nothing was broken.
“Besides, Slayer blood’s the best, right?”
Spike sighed.
“You’re not gonna give up ‘til I do, are you?”
“Nope.”
/teach her to mess with a vamp/
His features shifted as he grabbed her arm and roughly brought it to his mouth, scrapping his fangs over her flesh as he let a low growl trickle out. Sarah rolled her eyes at the display and Spike let out a yelp as she sank her blunt teeth into his shoulder.
“Knock it off,” she growled and heard that strange ‘flesh-over-leather’ sound as his demon receded.
“Sorry.”
She grinned and studied her bite mark. She *was* stronger, she mused. She’d never drawn blood before.
“Just try not to be a jackass, Spike,” she whispered then ran her tongue over the wound she’d given him, the sharp tang of his blood filling her mouth. The vampire arched back into her touch, the gentle swipe of her tongue, and whispered back, “I’ll try.”
“Good.”
She wiggled her wrist a bit, drawing his attention back to it.
“Be nice.”
Spike nodded and she resumed laving the bite. He returned the gesture, slowly running his tongue over the wound on her wrist and the blood that gathered there, savoring this very first taste of his Mate, his Sarah. He pressed his lips to the soft skin of her arm and pulled on the nectar flowing from her veins. Her hot breath puffed against his throat and her limbs tightened around him as she pressed her forehead to the back of his neck. Sarah let out a shuddering breath.
/God, it shouldn’t feel this good/
Her wrist had never been an erogenous zone before, maybe it was another weird Mates thing, maybe it was just her being strange, she didn’t know, but whatever it was… it was getting her hot. It felt so good, his lips on her skin, their bodies pressed so close that the only way to get closer was for him to be inside of her…
A thrill shot through her at the thought and she moaned softly. Spike gently caressed one of her thighs as he licked the wound on her wrist to help it heal, then turned and caught her lips. Sarah leaned into the kiss as he pressed her back into the headboard, his hand settling on her thigh again and tightening before he pulled her under him, onto the mattress and off of the hard wood. The towel bunched around her waist and Spike insinuated his hips between her legs.
Part of her realized that she should be freaked out, at least a little, at the speed that their relationship was going, but she wasn’t. It felt too right; his lips on hers, his hands on her body, his weight pressing her into the bed…
Sarah threaded her fingers in his hair and turned her head to the side, breathing hard and urged him toward her throat. Spike’s lips caressed her skin and she moaned again, louder this time and tightening her legs around his hips trembling slightly.
“Spike…”
“Easy luv,” he murmured. “Spike’s got you.”
“Please,” she breathed.
“Please, what?”
“Touch me.”
His hand ghosted up her thigh to rest on her hip as his lips trailed down her throat to flutter against her collarbone. Her breath caught in her throat and she pressed her hips against his, silently begging.
“Where do you want me to touch you Sarah?”
“Everywhere...”
Her need to feel flesh against flesh, skin on skin, was nearly overwhelming.
His deep chuckle set her insides aquiver.
“I will,” he promised. “You can count on it.”
His lips reclaimed hers and he tugged the towel open, baring her still damp skin to his gaze. She kept her eyes closed, a slight blush staining her flesh.
“Sarah.”
“Hmm?”
“Open your eyes luv.”
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, gathering her courage, and Spike waited. Her eyelids fluttered but remained closed. He grinned at his stubborn young Mate then pressed his hips against the apex of her thighs, moving gently then pulling away. Sarah arched toward him then whimpered when he remained out of reach, her eyes finally fluttering open and meeting his amused gaze.
“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted softly.
He looked mildly surprised.
“Twenty-one and you’re still a virgin?”
She nodded.
“Good.” She arched an eyebrow. “Keep your eyes open.”
“Okay…”
He kissed her lips again before moving to her jaw then down to her throat and flicked his tongue over her pulsing vein. She sucked in a quick breath and leaned her head back, giving him better access, bringing a hand up to hold him there.
“Open your eyes.”
She let out a displeased sound but did as he asked. Spike took in her slightly glazed blue-green orbs and ran his tongue over her pulse again. She shivered but kept her eyes open.
“Do you like that luv.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
He grinned and resumed his attentions at her throat sucking hard and bringing her blood to the surface, running his tongue over the patch of skin. One hand slowly ran over her body, traveling up her side to gently cup one small breast. Her thighs tightened around him, her hips unconsciously moving against the hard bulge in the jeans he still wore as he slowly rolled the pebbled nipple between thumb and finger, ringing soft sighs from her. He was about to prompt her to touch him when one of her hands hesitantly moved from his neck to smooth over his shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns over his flesh, her touch so light that he barely felt it. His hand slid around to her back and held her against him as he lightly bit her with blunt teeth. She jumped, her fingers pressing into his back before he rolled over and sat her up. He drank in the sight of her, his Mate, as she straddled his hips bracing her hands on his chest, the scent of her desire wafting to him as his eyes traveled from her tanned shoulders, to her breasts, almost as pale as he was /no topless tanning for her/, over her slightly quivering belly to her hips and the barely-there strip of hair between her thighs. Spike ran his thumb over the coarse hair.
“What’s this then?”
She blushed hotly and dropped her eyes, her hips unconsciously arching toward his touch.
“It’s called a ‘runway’, it’s the new ‘Brazilian’,” she paused and frowned. “Or it will be. God this is weird.”
“Nothing weird about this luv,” he said softly and slipped his thumb between her folds to press against her clit. Sarah sucked in a surprised breath and pressed against the probing digit as a flood of moisture rushed outward, soaking into the black denim of his jeans. A cool finger slipped inside her and she whimpered, tilting her hips slightly and closing her eyes. Spike closed his eyes as well, feeling her slick walls surround his finger. She was hot, much more so than any human he’d been with before; he had a sneaking suspicion that the fire within had something to do with it. His intention had been to let her explore for a bit but the need rushing through him at the thought of her burning heat surrounding his cock had Spike wrapping his arms around her waist and flipping their positions again. She let out a startled squeal at the sudden movement, her eyes flying open as her back met the bed to look down at the vampire who pressed a kiss to her abdomen before moving lower, his burning blue eyes never leaving hers. He spread her legs wider and draped them over his shoulders and she licked her suddenly dry lips as she realized his intent. She gave an almost imperceptible nod and Spike lowered his mouth to her glistening flesh. At the first swipe of his tongue her head fell back her thighs tensing slightly as she took in several shaky breaths. She knew herself well enough to know that she wouldn’t last long.
Spike gripped her hips, holding her to his hungry mouth as he licked and sucked her willing flesh, listening to her soft pants and mewls. Her whole body quivered and her hands gripped the blankets, her head tossing from side to side as she felt the sensations gathering in her womb, then something new. Fire. She felt the flames literally licking her insides, heating her flesh as Spike’s talented lips and tongue brought her closer. The sensation was so similar to what happened in the alley that she forced her eyes open. She was glowing. Sarah could see the flames flickering under her skin, but for some reason they seemed content to stay there. Spike sucked in a slightly awed breath as her confused gaze met his. The flames moving beneath her skin were in her eyes as well, the beautiful burnt orange of her irises alternately concealed and revealed by the dancing red and gold fire.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded slightly. He whispered, “Good”, then fastened his lips around her engorged clit and sucked hard. She fell back to the mattress, her back arching and her mouth open in a silent cry, bucking her hips against his tongue as the pleasure rushed through her, fanning the flames brighter before extinguishing them completely. The Slayer collapsed in a quivering puddle, her heart thundering and her breaths coming in quick gasps as her internal muscles continued to clench at nothing then Spike was covering her, kissing her and she clung to him like a drowning person to a life preserver. He dipped his hips, pressed the head of his shaft against her dripping entrance and she tilted her own hips, arching up to him, silently begging to be filled, and dimly wondering when he’d removed his jeans. He pressed forward slowly, gently, but Sarah was having none of that. Her hands slid down to his ass, murmuring a soft “please’ against his lips as she tightened her thighs around him. Closing his eyes Spike quickly thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her incredibly hot tight passage, waiting for her cry of pain but none came.
Sarah winced slightly, he was bigger than what she was used to, and allowed her eyes to flutter open when he froze. She met his eyes confused by the hurt accusation she found there and suddenly understood.
“It’s called a dildo Spike,” she said then grinned at the look he gave her. “Yours is the first real one.”
He couldn’t help but laugh at her bluntness and his own reaction, his laughter turning to a groan as she squeezed her lovely Slayer muscles around him and wiggled a bit. He pulled back then thrust home, listening to her sigh, feeling her nails dig into his back and ground his pubic bone against her clit. She moved her hips against his, matching his steady rhythm as the flames built again and the pressure gathered coiling tighter and tighter until it rushed through her again. She buried her teeth in Spike’s shoulder as she came, drawing blood as he gripped her thigh and stiffened, growling as he emptied himself inside her.
/mine/ she thought fiercely, holding him tight. /my vampire, my Spike/
“Never leave,” he whispered, slightly dazed. “Always yours. Always”
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