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Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. "I trust you with my life Spike, with my body, but can i trust you with my heart?" Buffy asked. They'd been out patrolling and this had been on her mind all night. "How can you ask me that? You know how I-" Spike shot back, wiping blood off his sword on a nearby corpse. "Spike, if you want to be with me answer me this: will you never leave because its better for me, to save me, or because you think I deserve better? Can you promise that? Can you promise to trust me when it comes to my own heart?" Buffy asked. No one she had loved had given her that. In some way they had all made her feel weak and she didn't want that with Spike. With anyone. Long pause. "Yes." Spike answered, simple and sure. It was a selfish love she wanted and he could give that to her. He would put their love first, what she loved first. It was a dizzying sort of gift. "Do you understand what I'm saying," she asked. She wanted to be sure. Spike did understand but it was better if she said it all out loud. He looked at her solemnly. "You've got to be all in," Buffy said. "If we do this know that i will always fight for it." "I promise." Spike vowed. "Come here, Buffy," he growled, flinging his sword to stick in the ground at his feet and holding out his hand. She flung the scythe down and the axe blade embedded in the earth. She ran the short distance between them and leapt up, climbing Spike like a tree. She didn't have to climb far to be completely enveloped by him, his arms flying around her even as her legs wrapped tight around his waist. She finally had what she needed and she poured all of that need into their kiss. He'd seen inside her, known her, supported her in so many ways until her armor had cracked. The way he protected her family, he'd become her family. She pulled up from the kiss, clasping her arms around his neck. "Do you remember the first time? Like this?" He smiled and quirked an eyebrow up at her. "Do you think I would ever forget that?" He nipped in for a kiss. "There's nothing I love more than having you in my arms like this." "Nothing?" she asked, flexing herself against him. She felt both safe and buzzed with energy in his arms. It had never been a fair fight. "I never fought fair," Spike said with a chuckle. "Did I say that out loud?" Buffy flushed. "Shut up Spike." But her tone was playful. "There's the Buffy I love." He kissed her neck and she gasped at the zing of sensation. Love was echoing in her ears as he kissed her but she managed to push away. "Not here, Spike, too many corpses." He wasn't going to tell her that had never stopped him before. And he wanted a little romance too. She'd just changed the status on their relationship from its complicated to committed. He was ready to be a better man for her in every way. The man he was meant to be. "Where do you want to finish our conversation, pet?' Spike asked almost casually. "Come to my room. One hour," she ordered and he loved it. "And Spike? You can put me down." When he seemed reluctant she added. "For now." "One hour," he said with one last growling kiss and put her on her feet. There were couples out there who'd given up their souls for love. She'd seen plenty of vampire Romeos and Juliets in her day. She"d seen plenty of soulless relationships work just fine and loving ones crumble. It had made her gunshy. Not too mention she had a long list of pre-reqs before signing up for team Buffy. Not only had Spike worked really hard to show her he ticked her boxes but he had gotten a soul BACK for her. Did no one understand how huge this was? Because a lot of the reactions had been underwhelming to this bombshell. Not hers tho. She got the magnitude. In the book of Buffy souls were a big deal. And it wasn't like she hadn't already been attracted. She'd done her hair. It was full of extra shine and bounce. One thing she already knew was how much he liked her hair. Long or short he always complemented his hair. She was also wearing a slip dress that came off easily. She'd already decided she didn't mind if it suffered a little damage. She was still looking in he mirror at her reflection when she felt the change in the room. She looked over her shoulder and there he was leaning in the doorway. She'd managed to get Willow and Dawn out of the apartment for a movie and she'd left her bedroom door open. He already had an invite and she"d had a feeling he would just walk in like he owned the place. He'd taken care with his appearance too. He was freshly showered and his clothes look new black. His hair was so shockingly blond it was disarming, arresting. "Why do you dye you hair," she asked dreamily. Had she said that out loud too? She hadn't meant to but the question had popped out. "It's silly," he said rolling his eyes. "Sillier than all the names Xander used to call you? Would it totally ruin your bad boy image?" Buffy asked, now she had to know. "Yes and yes." Spike answered but didn't elaborate. "i"m not going to let this go," Buffy said. "i wouldn't expect anything else." He sighed. "Fine. I suppose its because I missed, when I became a vampire, I missed the day. The light. The sun. I just like bright things. And I made it bright and well I liked it." She didn't know what to say. That was Spike for you. "I like it," she said. "Really? anything else you like?" He asked her with a smirk. "Lots of things," she said coyly. "Tell me," his voice was soft and serious. "Come here and I'll show you," Buffy said throatily. He didn't need to be told twice. She was drinking in the pleasure as he almost lifted her off her feet with the ferociousness of the kiss. She gasped for air and and he kissed down the curve of her neck. "What were you saying Slayer," he growled against her skin and pleasure tingled down her spine. "What?" she moaned. "Yes, what do you like about me," Spike was saying as his hand gripped her ass cheek possessively. "You make me laugh," she gasped out. He smiled and flicked his tongue across her collarbone in a shivery tickle. "You never make me feel weak, even when you're," she sighed at a burst of pleasure as his hand skimmed up the hem of her dress to grasp her thigh, "holding me," she finished and then his hands were lifting her up into his arms. "Anything else," Spike asked, walking her to the bed. "Are you fishing for compli…." she trailed off as Spike set her on the bed and stepped back to whip off his shirt. "Hook, line, and sinker" Buffy said with wide appreciative eyes. "All of that," she waved her hand at his chiseled abs, sinewy muscles, creamy skin, "is good stuff. You don't need me to tell you that." "Buffy," his eyes were serious again, "You're the only one I need to tell me that." She was wrecked, smashed to pieces, all of her armor at her feet beneath this man. They were so close, he was between her knees standing proudly half naked and beyond glorious. She knew how whipcord quick that body could be in a fight. She leaned up, pressing her hands to his waist and felt him shiver. She caressed the softness of his skin over the steel of his muscle and pressed a kiss directly over his heart. His shiver became a tremble and she looked up into the unmasked love on his face. It warmed her like light from the fire. She pressed licking kisses across his chest, knowing that this was a souled Spike felt new just like it felt like coming home. After so long. They'd lost a lot of time finding themselves and she was ready to make up for some of it. These were studies she would really apply herself too. She let herself fall off the edge of the bed as she kissed down his torso, loving each stretch of muscle. When she reached the edge of his black jeans with nipping kisses he groaned and hurriedly reached to remove the boundary for her. No more boundaries between them anymore.

Disclaimer Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 1 "Oh my Gawd!" The girl screamed. "It's Buffy Summers!" Buffy sighed and rolled her eyes before turning to see who'd screamed her name. It wasn't the barista. There was no reason to say her name like that just to let her know her coffee was ready. Most of the rest of the coffeeshop ignored them though there were a few curious glances. One advantage to living in a big city like San Francisco was how much people pretty much ignored the weird. A tall girl in what Buffy thought was a really cute sari wrap skirt bounced in glee as she stared at her. "I'm her." Buffy said. "You're the best Slayer!" the girl gushed happily. Buffy flushed a little at the compliment. "Well, I don't know about that…" "You are, I have all your posters, you're like the most extra Slayer ever," the girl continued. "Extra?" Was that good, Buffy was confused, was she getting old? "Yes! Even vampires fall in love with you," the girl said, not noticing how uncomfortable Buffy suddenly looked, "you're the one meant to kill them like they're own personal grim reapery death and they fall in love with you. It's so intense. I have all your posters." "Who slow down, posters?" Buffy asked, she knew she'd been splashed across the headlines for the last few years. She was used now to getting recognized since the supernatural world was out but this was weird. This girl knew a lot about her. And who was making posters? Times like this she wished someone in her squad was better at finances. Besides Kennedy. "I'm not really comfortable talking about… did you want an autograph? Or something…" Buffy trailed off. "Yes, oh all the other girls will be so jealous!" the girl said as she looked around frantically for something to be signed. Her face lit as she dug a stake from her bag and a thick black sharpie. Buffy raised her eyebrows questioningly. "I'm a slayer too," the girl said and her joyful grin transformed into the smile of the steely and confident. Buffy took the stake and marker and swiped her autograph across the light wood. She handed it back just as she heard the barista call her name quizically like it was a joke name, "Buffy?" As she turned to go with a wave the girl said, "The next time I dust a vampire it'll be by driving your name into their evil heart. Thank you, Buffy." All giggles gone and replaced with solemn sincerity. Whoa, intense much? "Be careful out there," Buffy said, "Don't forget your backup." This was the world now. The world she had remade. If there was one rule out there that had kept her alive, would hopefully keep them alive, and it was the one she wanted them to remember it was this; Don't push people away, count on your friends. She had a new duty now on top of her old ones. With this platform she now had she always had to try. To make the world around her a better place one slayer and demon at a time. Whether that was through love and support or the end of Mr. Pointy varied on a case by case basis. This was the closest she'd ever come to 'The Buffy Summers' Brandy thought with excitement. She carefully set the autographed stake on a small table under her Buffy wall. The wall was completely covered with newspaper clippings, magazine photos and official posters. She'd staked out that coffee shop for weeks but she finally had something that Buffy had actually touched. She was so close. The next person was even harder to track down. She needed something from Spike. He had a soul of course so he wouldn't hurt her but he was just hard to pin down. Tonight the stars were aligning. The SFPD was going to raid a nest that had been killing humans and they'd called for backup. All slayers welcome to the party. The best part was the featured guest, Spike the resident vampire expert was leading the raid with the cops. She glanced to the right with a dreamy sigh. Her Spike corner. There were no pictures oh him, just artist renditions. She'd collected any she could find. Their story, the ones she'd learned in Slayer school aka training, had blazed like a fire and purpose inside her ever since she first heard it. She'd followed them, collected, obsessed. Their love became her love. When magic had come blazing back her feelings had only intensified. The world was flipped on its head again and there were new rules, new changes every day. She was on the knife edge of excitement as night fell and she prepared to join the fray. Spike stood with Detective Dowling looking at the abandoned Circuit City. And the detective was asking his opinion, how they should proceed. It was nice. He was surprised at how nice it felt but he was damn well respectable now. Made a bloke want to hold his head up high and puff out his chest. They had ten specially trained police officers, but they were still human. They also had three slayers. Three slayers were easily equal to another 30 men. He wasn't too worried about this nest of six even though they could shapeshift and took a lot more force to kill. Spike looked back at the group behind him, at the ready to charge. "Hammers ready?" he called back. A chorus of readys as well as raised stakes and mallets were his answer. He put on his game face with a growl and commanded, "It's ok to have some fun with it!" They they were busting through glass doors and windows into the middle of a very angry vampire keg party. Spike came to a screeching halt. There were more than six vampires here. And a few other things. He had not known this was going to be an actual party. He wanted to curse. Instead he looked over his shoulder at the three slayer girls. "Am I glad I brought you ladies." Then he charged into the fray, firsts flying. To be honest, he wished he'd brought Buffy on this one. But he always wished that. One of the cops was down and Spike smelled blood but he didn't think he was dead yet. The slayers were cutting through the crowd and four vampires had already been dusted. Spike was enjoying punching all his strength into the demons and vampires, watching them fly back. It was always hard to worry about your problems when you were stabbing something. He grabbed the bat wings of a shrieking half transformed vampire as one of the slayers charged towards them. Just as she plunged her stake forward the bat wings shook and wrested from him for a moment. As he adjusted his grip the slayers arc kept falling. And it missed the batpire! It sank into his side with a wet noise. He jerked and lost his hold. "The bloody hell?" he cried incredulously. "Sorry, Spike," said the unknown girl as she pulled the wood out of him and ran back into the fight. It was just a graze and hadn't punctured anything important but it was still annoying as hell. Silly chit. But he couldn't stay mad at a slayer for long. He'd healed but his clothes were ruined as usual as he stood surveying the aftermath of the battle. They hadn't lost anyone but hadn't killed everyone either. A few had gotten away. It irritated him. More than his ruined shirt. "Want to get a pint?" Dowling asked. The detective was pleased with what they'd accomplished and happy no one had died. "I'm not really dressed for it," Spike said dryly. "No prob, you know I keep my kitchen stocked. New microbews…" Dowling cajoled. Spike couldn't resist trying a new brew. He loved the boys obsession and never failed to take him up on the offer. "Sure,"; Spike relented. He and Xander had spent enough nights this week playing Xbox in their boxer shorts he could spend a night alone even if he was nursing a broken heart. "Glad we had those three slayers tonight or we probably wouldn't be enjoying those microbrews." "Three?" Dowling said, "I thought we were only getting two."

Another vampire prompt? Hmmm... I used Dracula and Lestat already... Who else is in my bookshelf? 🔮💖🦹 Buffy of course! 🌸🌟🗡️ Haven't read these in forever! I think I'm still missing a bunch too, I should get on that. 😁 Also, Fray, also written by Whedon, is also an amazing read. . 🌺 Challenge: #bookbookowlhocuspocus - Vampires . . . #buffythevampireslayer #buffycomics #vampires #fray #josswhedon #graphicnovel #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #bibliophile #booksofinstagram #bookphotography #bookdragon #booknerd #mybookfeatures #booklover #bookphoto #bookthings #bookaholic #bookish #ilovebooks #readersofinta #booklove #bookcommunity #aussiebookworm #reading #bookworm #instabook #igreads https://www.instagram.com/p/CGHtCm-ABmZ/?igshid=76gk8qtchuo4

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