Sarah woke close to dusk and looked around the dim motel room before snuggling in to the body spooned against her back. This had been *the weirdest* 24 hours of her life, but she wasn’t complaining. Spike tightened the arm wrapped around her middle and buried his face in her hair, muttering softly. She closed her eyes, content to stay just like this for the next two or three days…then the phone rang. Sarah jerked in surprise and Spike rolled over and out of the bed with a curse, taking a good deal of the blankets with him. She rolled over and looked down at him as he blinked up at her, still half-asleep.
“I fell,” he stated.
“I noticed,” she giggled.
He looked around. “What..?”
The ring tone sounded again, it was her cell phone.
/who here has my number? / then /Why does it even work here? /
She found the phone and flipped it open as Spike picked himself up off the floor.
“Hello?”
“Sarah.”
“Angel?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Is Spike around?”
She looked at the vampire in question as he attempted to un-cocoon himself but only managed to further entangle his feet. He went down with a yelp followed by a string of British profanities and Sarah had to clap a hand over her mouth to hold in her laughter.
“Yeah…he’s here. Spike…phone.”
She tossed him the cell phone then crawled over to the suitcase he’d brought in the other night. Finding only one pair of shoes in the bag she chose her clothes and disappeared into the bathroom to take a quick shower, feeling pleasantly achey. She shut the door then turned on the faucet and waited for the temperature to adjust, her mind whirling.
Okay, she was actually from *this* dimension and she was Spike’s Blood Mate…/you’re not food/…Whistler had come…/God Spike, make me cum/…back after the fight was over and told Spike to take her to the new Watcher’s Council…/close your eyes and think of England/…to train her to be a Slayer and how to control her powers…/she was on fire, the flames licking her insides and dancing in her eyes/…
She took a shaky breath. /Okay Sarah/ she told herself. /Get a hold on yourself/
She stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wake her body and wash away the scent of sex…/there was that word again/…that still clung to her. She shook her head and grabbed the bar of soap and began running it over her flesh, discovering slight bruises on her inner thighs. Lack of stamina was something she couldn’t accuse Spike of.
/Spike’s hands trailed down her body, his tongue following the same path, dipping into her navel, down to her abdomen, lower…/
Sarah took a deep breath and washed away the soap before reaching for the shampoo and scrubbing her hair.
/the sight of his white-blonde head between her tanned thighs, those devilish blue eyes twinkling up at her, his tongue…/
She groaned and scrubbed her hands over her face.
/he eased inside her slowly, filling her, stretching her to her limits/
Last night…or rather, this morning hadn’t technically been her first time. She’d had B.O.B. the Battery Operated Boyfriend for almost three years but the neon pink dildo wasn’t as big as Spike was. It had hurt at first but after she reached a certain point her pain/pleasure receptors tended to get a little confused and…/how the hell did I get onto this topic? I like pain? / she wondered. /all right Sarah, get out of the shower before Spike comes in and drags you out…though, that wouldn’t be a bad thing…/
When she finally emerged Spike was dressed and making the bed. She leaned up against the door jamb.
“A man who can make a bed. I think I’m in love.”
He grinned in her direction and took in her outfit. A low-cut fuchsia t-shirt that showed off a generous amount of neck cleavage including the rather impressive hickey he’d given her( too bad it would be gone soon) and a short black skirt that tapered longer to one side, the tip brushing the top of one high-heeled, lace-up, black leather boot. She’d chosen the outfit for his benefit and if his darkened eyes and intense gaze were any indication, it’d worked.
“You look gorgeous pet,” he told her, rounding the bed to stand in front of her. He braced a hand on either side of her head and leaned close. “This for my benefit, then?”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “Do you like it?”
Spike pressed his lips to hers, plundering her mouth with his tongue as he pressed his body against hers, forcing her against the wall. Sarah leaned into him with a breathy moan, bringing her hands up to thread her fingers through his hair.
/guess that’s a ‘yes’/
After a moment he pulled away and gave her an odd look. He’d noticed something a little off last night but had been too caught up in the moment to care.
“What?” she asked, confused at why he’d stopped, trying to ignore the fact that she’d wanted to ask him something and irritated that she couldn’t remember what.
“Is your tongue pierced?”
She raised an eyebrow at him. He’d just *now* noticed? After a moment she grinned and stuck her tongue out at him, the bar that impaled the organ glinting in the bad track lighting of the room.
“You like?”
He grinned at her.
“Maybe we could try it out later,” he suggested and wiggled his eyebrows. Sarah rolled her eyes and pulled him back into the kiss he’d so rudely interrupted. Soon enough his mouth was trailing a path to her throat, licking, sucking, nibbling gently with blunt human teeth and she clung to him. He lifted her and she obligingly wrapped her legs around his waist.
/question, question…what was I gonna ask? Oh! /
“Angel!”
“Not exactly the name I was lookin’ for luv.”
“What? Oh, eew! What did Angel want?”
The vampire pressed himself against her.
“Can’t it wait ‘til later?”
Sarah shook her head.
“Nope. Sorry.”
“Bloody hell.”
He set her down but didn’t move back.
“There’s been a change of plan. He’s gonna be meetin’ up with us at a Sonic a couple miles north of here.”
“Does Angel even know what a Sonic *is*?”
Spike snorted. “Doubt it.”
Sarah chewed her bottom lip as her mind went to a naughty place.
“Sooo, it’ll probably take him a while to find it…”
“Yeah.”
She walked slowly toward the bed.
“And it would be really boring just sittin’ in the car, waiting for him…”
“Most like,” Spike replied, following her movements with his gaze. She plopped down on the freshly made bed and leaned back on her elbows, looking up at him with an impish smile.
“Wanna shag?”
He flowed up her body like water, capturing her mouth as he settled between her thighs.
“What do you think?”
She grinned and rolled him onto his back, kissing him possessively. His arms went around her, holding her close for a moment, until she pulled away then gripped his wrists and pressed them against the bed.
“No touching.”
He arched an eyebrow but obediently kept his hands to himself. His Mate slid down the bed to straddle his thighs and studied him for several seconds, her hands braced on his hips as her gaze devoured his still clothed form. Sarah frowned slightly, that wouldn’t do at all. She let her hands slowly trail up his torso, dragging his t-shirt out of her way, pressing soft openmouthed kisses to the pale flesh revealed to her. She quickly flicked her tongue over one nipple then blew a soft breath over the wet flesh, her eyes on his face the whole time. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenching slightly. Unsure of whether it was a good expression or not she did it again, grinning as his head pressed back into the mattress. The slayer pulled the shirt over his head and threw it into a corner, sliding her hands up his arms to lace their fingers together, and resumed her attentions at his chest, pushing into the growing hardness pressing against her belly. Then her mouth began moving down, her hot breath caressing the cool flesh of his chest, her lips tickling his ribs, her teeth lightly scraping over his abs…
Suddenly realizing her intent Spike sat up.
“What are you doing?”
She gave that same mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling devilishly.
“I’m takin’ my tongue ring on a test run,” she said matter-of-factly. /isn’t it obvious? / Spike’s eyes glazed slightly at her words.
“Just making sure.”
“Glad we’re clear on that,” she said, then gave him a slight shove, pressing the vampire back into the mattress. She trailed a finger along the top of his waistband and grinned as he took a slightly shaky, unneeded breath. The finger moved down to circle the button then lower to trace his fly then up again and popped the button as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his stomach. She flicked her tongue into his navel as her fingers found the tab of his zipper and carefully worked it down before sliding off the bed and tugging his jeans off.
She stood there and studied him for several moments until he rose up on his elbows and looked at her.
“Like what you see, luv?” he asked. She nodded and smiled at him.
“Definitely,” Sarah replied then crawled up the bed until she was back in her earlier position. She rose up and pressed a kiss to his lips, pressing him back into the bed before working her way down again until her lips hovered scant inches from the head of his erection. She looked up at his face and found his eyes on her then grinned impishly and licked her lips before swiping her tongue over him once, twice, then took him as far as she could. He arched up a bit and she put a hand on his thigh, gently holding him down as she trailed lips and tongue back up the surprisingly soft flesh. Sarah heard him groan and smiled to herself. Feeling a little more confident she continued exploring her Mate with her lips and tongue, running her hands over his thighs and abdomen, drinking in the sounds she wrung from his throat, feeling him arch and writhe beneath her. One hand moved to the back of her head as he whispered encouragements, holding her to him until he gently pulled on her hair.
“Sarah, luv,” he panted. “I’m gonna cum pet.”
She released him long enough to whisper, “So cum,” then returned to her task.
“Gonna kill me,” he stated before words were lost to grunts and groans as she brought him closer until he exploded into her eager mouth and she drank him down, savoring the taste of her Mate, wringing every last drop from the writhing vampire. She sat up, licking her lips like a cream-filled cat, and grinned down at him. Spike popped an eye open, then, in a lightening fast move, grabbed his mate and flipped their positions. He claimed her lips, tasting himself on her, and slid a hand beneath her skirt. His fingers curled around one side of her thong and she grabbed his wrist.
“Do not tear these.”
He let out a frustrated growl but rose up on his knees and carefully slid the thong off and tossed it to the side as Sarah rose up and pressed their mouths together, wrapping her legs around his hips, drawing him down to her. Hard once more he slid inside his Mate.
/God I love vampire stamina/
“Back offa my fries pal,” Sarah warned as Spike reached for yet another potato wedge. “Unless you wanna lose your arm again.”
“How do you know about that?”
“In that other dimension you guys are characters on a tv show. Well, were. It got canceled.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“So you know…”
“Everything. At least what they’re allowed to show on primetime television. Not so much with the blood and guts but…”
She shrugged. The silence stretched as she finished her food and Spike tried to think of something to say. She finished her fries and brushed her hands off as she looked around. No Angel.
“I’m gonna go into Hastings, you want anything?”
He shook his head.
“’Kay.” She grabbed her purse and milkshake. “If I’m not back in an hour and a half come prepared to drag me out.”
She grinned and walked off; exaggerating the swing of her hips and making her skirt sway before entering the store. Spike watched her go, as he was sure she’d intended, then stopped the CD, his mind whirling. Whistler had sent his Mate to a dimension where his life was a tv show? He wasn’t sure what to think of that. After a few minutes he decided that there wasn’t much that he *could* do about it, except maybe pound the annoying demon the next time he saw him, and settled in to wait for his Grand-Sire.
Nearly an hour and a half later the Viper Spike had claimed soon after his recorporialization screeched to a halt beside Sarah’s modest little Corsica. Angel was in the passenger seat, looking as though his un-life was passing before his eyes. The kid driving could only be Connor and Spike wondered briefly if Angel realized that the forgetting mojo wasn’t working anymore, hadn’t been since either Wes or Blue had killed that magician. The timing was right at any rate.
“Man that is a sweet car!” Connor proclaimed as he got out. The joy of driving it had almost blotted out the fact that the people he knew as his parents didn’t remember him. The young man’s grin faded until he looked back at his father, who was still frozen in place.
“What’d you do to him?” Spike asked, getting out of his Mate’s car.
Connor shrugged.
“Guess he doesn’t like my driving.”
The bleached vamp sniggered and Connor opened Angel’s door.
“Dad?”
Spike chucked a leftover potato wedge at the dark vampire.
“Snap out of it Peaches.”
Angel glared at his Grandchilde as he released his death grip on the dashboard and wiped the fry grease from his cheek.
“Where’s Sarah?”
Spike settled against the hood of her car and nodded toward the bookstore.
“She got tired of waitin’. Should be back soon though.”
“Who’s Sarah?” Connor asked Angel, who pointed at an approaching figure.
“Her.”
Spike turned to watch his Mate. She grinned at him as she approached and sipped at the remainder of her shake, two large bags swinging from her other wrist. She exuded an aura of confidence and several other men watched her as well. Spike felt an inherent swell of masculine pride in knowing that other males found his Mate attractive, but frowned when a whistle cut the air.
“Hey baby! You want some fries with that shake?!”
Sarah raised an eyebrow at the lame pickup line, then replied, “Only if you’re buyin’ Babe!”
The guy and his buddies laughed and she dropped her empty cup into a trash can then looked at Spike. Catching sight of the jealousy glinting in his eyes she walked up to him, gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss. He immediately dipped her backwards, much to the amused approval of the other patrons, and kissed her thoroughly. He righted them a few moments later and released his flushed and grinning Mate. She glanced at Angel and Connor.
“Hey guys.”
“Hey,” Connor greeted.
Angel just nodded then gestured toward his son.
“Guys, this is…”
“Connor,” the two said in unison. Sarah glanced at Spike.
“I take it the forgetting spell stopped working?”
Spike and Connor both nodded while Angel stared at her.
“How did you…?”
She grinned.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
The older vampire sighed and looked at his Grandchilde.
“She’s definitely your Mate.”
“Oh, cheer up Angel,” Sarah urged. “Put up with both of us and the Powers’ll have no choice but to make you human.”
“Yeah…about that…”
He sighed again.
“We’re gonna have to stick together.”
He sounded less than thrilled about that fact.
“But Whistler told us to split up, shouldn’t we listen to ‘em?” Spike asked.
Sarah and Angel stared at the blonde.
“What?”
“Who are you and what have you done with Spike?” she demanded.
“Look, all I’m sayin’ is that this bloke works for the Powers…brought my Mate back…doesn’t that make him one of the good guys?”
“That’s a matter of opinion,” Connor stated.
“What d’you mean?”
“Well…They only brought me back when *they* needed me,” Sarah said.
“I need you.” He wasn’t entirely sure where they were going with their argument. Angel elaborated.
“You needed her a lot more after Buffy dropped that organ on you, or when Dru dumped you, or when you got that chip in your head…”
“You done yet?” Spike asked him, slightly irritated.
Sarah wrapped her arms around Spike’s waist.
“Before the whole Buffy thing…” she added, a slight growl in her voice.
Spike opened his mouth to protest but she put a finger against his lips.
“She *hurt* you. I don’t care if she was hurting at the time, that’s no excuse. It’s the first thing they teach you in *kindergarten* for Christ sakes, plus I don’t think me being around her would be the greatest for her health right now.”
He couldn’t help but grin then sighed and rested his forehead against hers and addressed Angel.
“What’s the plan Peaches?”
“Tell me again why we’re goin’ to Montana?”
Spike glanced over at Sarah.
“And why can’t I drive my own car?”
“We are going to Montana because some bint Angel saved back during the Depression left her house to him when she kicked it and you can’t drive ‘cause you don’t exist here yet.”
She pouted.
“How would you explain if you got pulled over?” His voice shifted to falsetto. “Oh no officer, my license is perfectly legal. It just doesn’t show up in the system ‘cause I’ve been livin’ in a different dimension for the past nine to eleven years.”
He batted his lashes for effect and Sarah scowled at him.
“I don’t sound like that,” she groused.
“Not to you,” he teased. She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Y’know luv, there’s better things to be doin’ with that,” he hinted, resting a hand in his lap. This morning had made him a huge fan of the tongue ring. Sarah arched an eyebrow.
“Really?”
“M’hmm.”
She wiggled closer and put her mouth close to his ear, feigning innocence.
“And what would that be?”
She flicked her tongue over his jugular as her fingers ghosted over his thigh moving ever closer to the visible-even-in-the-dark-car bulge in his jeans before shooting to the CD player and hitting the play button, effectively silencing the 80’s rock station he’d refused to turn off. She hopped back to her side and picked up her book again, biting back a giggle as he growled softly.
“What?” Sarah asked innocently.
He gave her a look.
“I’m not sucking you off while you’re *driving*. I *would* like to make it to Montana in one piece y’know.”
Spike pouted.
“Aw. I’ll make it up to you once we get to a hotel.”
She moved close again and whispered in his ear. “Don’t count on much sleep today.”
The car gained a little more speed.
“What do you mean there’s only one room?” Spike demanded.
They’d hit Eureka so close to sunrise that they’d been forced to bunk in the closest motel, one that only had one vacant room…with two beds.
The night manager, a pudgy guy in his late 30’s who was obviously accustomed to dealing with less-than-satisfied customers, replied offhandedly, “Just what I said pal. We just got the one room, take it or get the hell out.”
The vampire opened his mouth again but Sarah stepped in front of him and laid a wad of cash on the counter.
“We’ll take it.”
After sending Angel and Spike to the room before they fried, she and Connor grabbed their bags from their respective cars then made their way to the room.
“We come bearing clothing,” Sarah announced as she followed Angel’s son into the darkened room. The young man barely had the door shut before Spike wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist and pulled her into the bathroom.
Angel turned the tv up loud.
“They haven’t even Claimed each other yet.”
/it’s gonna be a long day/
Spike pressed his Slayer up against the door.
“I seem to recall someone promising me a sleepless day.”
“Yeah, well, that was before I knew we’d be spending it in the bathroom. You’ll have to settle for a couple hours.”
He pressed his body flush against hers and sucked gently on the bruised spot on her throat that he’d discovered made her all breathless and quivery.
“Think I got a few hours in me,” he whispered and she shivered.
“I’ll just bet you do.”
He smirked then moved to kiss her. Sarah pulled back as best as she could and placed a finger over his lips, slowly shaking her head.
“Not yet,” she said then gently pushed him back and strolled over to the sink, looking far more confident than she felt, and hopped up on the counter. She leaned back against the wall and studied him with hooded eyes. He was gorgeous, even if he did look a little confused at the moment, and he was hers. A purely feminine smile curved her lips and she crossed her ankles, swinging her legs slightly.
“Strip,” she commanded.
Spike blinked at her.
“Strip?”
Sarah nodded and pulled the band out of her hair, shaking out the curly mess.
“Slowly. I wanna see you.”
He pinned her with an intense gaze, his eyes nearly black. It was a look that coaxed her heart into the erratic beat that the butterflies in her stomach loved to dance to. A devilish grin graced his features as he moved to obey her, slowly allowing his duster to slide from his shoulders to fall in a puddle of soft leather at his feet. Sarah licked her lips as she devoured him with her gaze. His arms were one of her favorite body parts, right up there with his eyes and those amazing cheekbones. Her mom had always liked the guys with hugely muscled arms, but personally Sarah had trouble being comfortable around a guy whose biceps were as big as her head…/gah, focus Sarah! Back on topic/ namely the bleached-blonde vamp whose black t-shirt was slowly rising to reveal her next favorite part of him.
Her fingers itched to touch him, she wanted to run her tongue over his abs, worship him with her mouth, feel him pour himself down her throat…
Spike took in the glazed look in her eyes, her arousal scenting the air, and began working on his belt. A second later she slammed him against the wall and fastened her mouth to his neck, just below his jaw, one of her hands running over his chest and stomach as the other gently stroked the deeper bite she’d given him. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, cupping the back of her head and holding her to him as she kissed and licked her way down his throat, his collarbone, to his chest. Her hot mouth engulfed a nipple; bit it lightly, her hands caressing his sides before falling to his hips and around to cup his ass, giving a slight squeeze. Sarah slowly worked her way down his torso then ran her tongue along the top of his jeans. She brought her hands around and popped the button then took the tab of his zipper in her teeth and slowly, carefully, worked it down. She tugged the black denim down to his ankles then trailed hot kisses up one thigh to his hip and ran her tongue over the line where pelvis met leg, almost but not quite to the base of his cock, then back again. The fingers of one hand repeating the torturous caress on the other side, roving close to, but never quite reaching, where he craved her touch the most. Her other hand gripped the back of one thigh and held him still as he whimpered and growled above her.
Sarah smiled; loving that she could make him make those noises and quickly deciding that she really liked doing this, then gave the sensitive line one last lick before moving to his sac. Spike gave a shout of mingled surprise and pleasure, his eyes flying open for a second before falling closed again as he tightened his fingers in her hair. She moved up, tilting her head and trailing the tip of her nose along the underside of his erection, following the path with her tongue.
She’d only ever been with him and only since yesterday; Spike had no idea how she knew how to do what she was doing but he wasn’t gonna complain.
“Cosmo subscription,” she muttered.
Spike frowned momentarily, had he said that out loud? A second later he decided that it really didn’t matter as she kissed the tip of him, licking up the salty droplet she found there before easing him through her lips. There was a loud crash and Spike dimly heard Angel yell then the lovely suction of his Mate’s mouth was gone.
“Let me go!” she shouted from outside the bathroom.
Kicking off his jeans Spike raced, naked, through the open doorway. Connor was slumped, unconscious in a corner as Angel grappled with the naked man holding Sarah. She sank her teeth into the man’s arm and he gave a cry of pain, revealing fangs.
/a demon then/
It flung her toward the window where she was engulfed by the thick curtains. The demon rounded on Angel and Spike caught sight of its snow white penis. An incubus, he realized right before the flimsy curtain rod gave way and the entire room was bathed in sunlight.
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