They woke feeling refreshed at dusk.
Night had fallen completely before they managed to separate long enough to get themselves some food.
She had pulled a short robe on, tying it loosely. He had padded down stairs completely unconcerned that he was completely naked.
Spike sat on the central island unit watching Buffy as she heated up some steak for them.
Buffy struggled to concentrate on food prep while her mouth was watering. It wasn't the steak that was tempting her but the hard cock that twitched every time she bent over or reached up. Not that she did those things far more than necessary! The tie on her robe had slipped open exposing her body to his eyes. It never even crossed her mind that she should be embarrassed. Her robe had fallen completely open and she loved the way his eyes devoured her.
She plated up the steaks and went to stand next to Spike. She put their plates next to him. She cut all her steak up and started eating one handed. Her other hand she put on Spike's leg and began tracing patterns. Her patterns crept higher and higher up his legs.
The distractions she caused him, allowed her to finish her food first. She let her pattern move to the area she wanted to go to all along. She ran her fingers gently over the weeping head of his cock. She moved to stand between his legs. Using both hands she stroked until Spike was panting.
She waited until he finished his food then let her robe fall to the floor. She leaned forward and let her tongue join her fingers exploring his body.
Spike gasped as her warm breath blew over the head of his cock. When her pink tongue darted out tasting the weeping cum on the end of his cock, he let out a groan of pleasure.
She hadn't done this before but using the Slayer's memories and her access to Spike's mind she put all her efforts into making it good for him.
Spike leaned back on his arms as he enjoyed the view and sensations.
His hands tightened to fists to prevent them from tangling in her hair. He wanted her to control it all, this time.
With hardly a thought she followed his wishes and desires as they popped into his head, she played with his cock and balls just the way he liked it.
With a strangled growl, "I'm coming," he tried to warn her.
She took no notice and kept going.
Even with the warning she wasn't prepared for the speed or quantity. She swallowed some but the rest ran out of her mouth. He kept pulsing as she move back slightly. His cum splatted her face and chest.
As he came down he had a look of awe on his face. He slid down off the counter and kissed her hard. He licked his cum off her face and hugged her close to him, the mess on her chest rubbed into his. He kissed down her neck and paid lots of attention to each breast. He lifted her, turning and placing her on the counter where he had just sat.
He made his way lower, he whispered, "Lie back for me".
The counter top felt cold under her back but any thought about that disappeared when his tongue found her clit. His hands lifted her legs over his shoulders as he pulled her to the edge of the counter.
His fingers and tongue wreaked devastation in the best possible way. By the time him finally stopped it felt like every muscle was in spasm as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.
When her body recovered enough to let her sit up she leaned forward to kiss him. Her juices dripped off his chin but she paid it no mind. She kissed him with vigour.
"I'll carry you to the shower," he offered, "I wore you out. I think a clean up is in order".
Buffy recovered by the time the water was switched on. They christened the shower while they were there.
As they dried each other, Spike said, "I haven't taken you out on a date yet. Do you want to go to the Bronze tonight?"
Buffy nodded, "Dancing before Slaying sounds like my sort of night. I would love to go on a date with you".
Spike had an image in his mind of an outfit he had seen her in before. She tried to wear something similar. A silky virtually backless top sans bra and a short full skirt.
Spike went for his classic, black on black with his duster.
They didn't bother getting a drink when they went in the Bronze. The dance floor was packed. Spike grinned and took her hand, leading her into the middle of all the dancing bodies. Taking no notice of the speed of the music he pulled her close rubbing himself against her as much as dancing.
She played along enjoying his game. His hands roamed over every inch of her body.
She could hear some of the jealous comments, "Get a room," seemed to be a favourite.
At one time she would have become embarrassed and toned down her dancing but she didn't care what they thought or what they said.
She had been at a high level of arousal until he ripped her thong panties off while they were dancing. Her arousal shot through the roof. He had a glint of evil in his eye as he gleefully told her he had dropped them on the floor for anyone to see.
She should have been angry that he destroyed them so casually. She should have been mortified being out in public in such a short skirt and no underwear. It shouldn't have turned her on so much.
He just had to let her know that he knew how much it affected her, "I can smell how wet you are. I bet your cunt is getting greedy again."
"How do you know? How do you know when I don't know myself? I thought I would be angry or embarrassed. I don't know myself any more. I no longer care about things I used to be so aware of. Instead I am so horny it's almost painful. I don't care about any of them. I just want to mount you here and now," she looked up at him.
He grinned, "Come on let's go upstairs for a bit, Pet".
They went upstairs and watched the band play. Spike stood behind Buffy as she stood leaning forward with her hands on the railing.
Spike smirked as he unzipped his jeans allowing his hard cock to bounce out. He gave himself a stroke and ensured his balls free. He closed the distance between him and Buffy, wrapping his arms around her. He started nibbling on her ear and up and down her neck.
She gasped in pleasure as he licked, sucked and kissed her skin. She subtly pushed her ass into his cock, still unaware it was no longer contained in his jeans. She was too lost in her own imagination to be aware his thoughts, no matter how intense they currently were.
His hands stroked and caressed. Most of the time they stayed in publicly correct places. He would tweak her nipple and move his hand elsewhere before she even considered complaining. Before the changes she would have been never allowed anyone to touch her like that in public.
She knew she was getting wetter. Her thighs were slick.
With his hands on her hips he pulled up the back of her skirt. The front of the full skirt still covered her. Pulling back slightly he lined his cock up. He started gently rubbing his cock between her thighs, rubbing her pussy lips.
Buffy gasped and looked over her shoulder him, "Shush Luv. No-one can see, widen you legs just a little bit. Just enjoy".
She widen her stance. With a tilt of his hips he slid home. He waited not moving but twitching his cock inside her, feeling her get more and more aroused. She clenched her internal muscles and gasped.
Her hands gripped the rail tighter. She clenched then released him again. A surge of pleasure flowed through her.
Spike drew in a sharp breath, "Bloody hell. That feels so good, Luv. Don't stop. Can you get me off just using those beautifully strong inner muscles?"
She clenched and released again. He flexed his cock repeatedly until she clenched so hard he couldn't move his cock without moving his body.
Enjoying the game of not getting caught he remained still and let her do most of the work. She decided to play; increasing the pressure in steps, holding for different intervals, varying her patterns of speed and pressure.
Spike slid his hand inside her top. She had gone without a bra since it was the back was just a couple of thin ties. The cowl neck hid the movement of his hand as he played with her tits, teasing her nipples.
He knew she was getting close. He couldn't hold on much longer. He glanced around quickly to check they weren't getting any negative attention. He wrapped one arm around her waist as the other hand closed around a nipple.
He pinched her nipple hard and thrust at the same time. It sent them both over.
As they recovered he kept his arm locked around her to support them both, he checked to see if they had got away with their game.
They hadn't gone unnoticed. The only one that had noticed wasn't going to make a fuss. Spike nodded to the guy in the back corner still stroking himself as he watched them.
Buffy stood stock still. Shocked at what she had just done. Indignation bubbling up in her.
Spike felt the tension rise, "Now, Duck, we had fun. We weren't caught. Before you get yourself in a tizzy just hear me out. I'm not human. You're not human any more. You are still new at this and have all those left over pesky human worries but they aren't yours any more. The Slayer in you has no modesty and no human morals. That part of you has no problems with what we just did. Your human memories think you should be upset but you enjoyed every second, you wanted it, craved it just as much as I did. We aren't human. We don't live by their rules any more.
The Higher Powers gave us our rules. We haven't broken any of them, this hasn't made a jot of difference to the balance. We both had free will and consent. Tina told us, 'We would never ask our Warriors to curb their appetites'. You have always felt horny since becoming the Slayer, after you go out slaying it is heightened even more. This is one of the appetites they were referring to, think about it. The knowledge is there".
As she thought about her actual feelings rather than what she thought her feelings should be, he felt the tension drain out of her.
"We live in a human dominated world," he explained, "All that means for us is we stay under the radar. The Bronze is convenient since it's close but there are demon clubs and human clubs where anything goes. I love you. We wanted to fuck so we did. There are humans that do the same thing. There is a human guy behind us rubbing one out as we talk. Who is he hurting? Who were we hurting? You are living a new life in the old places. It will take some time to get used to your new life. We good?"
Buffy leaned back and kissed him, "All good. Sorry I started to go off on one".
With a grin and a flare of rightness in her mind, she clenched her internal muscles on his hard cock, still buried deep inside her, "Again?!"
They were still circumspect but that didn't reduce their enjoyment. Spike pulled out of her so he could turn them around. He leaned on the rail, his coat acting as a shield to those in the rest of the club. Buffy looked at him with his hard cock stood proud out of the front of his jeans. She ran her hands under her top tweaking her nipples as his eyes followed their movement. She blatantly lifted the front of her skirt, tucking it into her waistband as she stepped into his arms.
"Damn Slayer, you make life interesting," he kissed her, "Thank you Darling".
He raised his hands and played with her tits until she was gasping in pleasure.
Buffy sighed in pleasure, "I am yours. Now I'm being honest with myself I don't care about any of them. I feel very possessive of you, I want you and only you. You are my everything".
Spike's hands wrapped around her hugging her to him, he kept thrusting but his attitude changed from fucking to loving, "Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me. I am yours, just as you are mine".
She did know how much it meant to him. She could feel and see it in his mind.
They looked into each others eyes. They let the other into the deepest recesses of their minds. Nothing mattered to them apart from each other. They came apart in each others arms.
They stayed connected as they kissed and listened to the band. They were still connected when a group of giggling girls came up the stairs. They didn't stay, just looked around, made loud conversation about the couple smooching and the pervy guy in the corner watching them.
The girls went back down stairs. Spike and Buffy laughed as they separated. Buffy let the front of her skirt fall back into place, as Spike tucked himself away.
Buffy groaned, "I'm going to have cum dribbling down my legs all night".
Spike smirked, "It's a good thing these jeans are black since they are soaked in our cum. I love our combined smell. You smell amazing and I keep getting a hit of our fresh scent as it runs out of you".
They turned to go downstairs.
The guy in the corner called to them, "You don't think I was pervy for watching do you?"
Spike laughed, "We don't mind if you don't mind! You didn't bother us. Have you been to the Sashay Club? They encourage this behaviour. Plenty of naked or scantily clad people wandering around, getting off and fucking. All good honest fun".
"I… no. I," he broke off without saying much of anything.
Spike filled in for him, "You have always been told sex and nudity is wrong, dirty, perverted. You have a strong sexual need. It feels good to you so you keep doing more but feel guilty afterwards?".
The now embarrassed guy just nodded.
"Get yourself down to the Sashay Club," Spike told him, "It will be a safer place to find out exactly what you like without having vanilla's judging you".
The guy asked, "Vanilla's?"
Spike laughed, "Sex comes in many different flavours. Joe Public don't look beyond Vanilla sex behind closed doors".
He nodded, "Thanks".
Buffy nodded to him, "Night!"
He blushed bright red but mumbled, "Night," back to her.
They were half way down the stairs when he called to them, "How many years have you two been together?"
Spike smirked, "We haven't. This is our first date".
Buffy glanced back to see his mouth hanging open in shock. At the bottom of the stairs she glanced again and he was still frozen in the same position although he now had a noticeable bulge in his jeans.
As they walked across the club, Spike spotted Willow and Xander sat together at a table scowling at anyone that got near them.
Using their link he made sure Buffy had spotted them, "Do you want them to see you?"
She weighed up what she thought she should do compared with what she wanted to do, "I'm having a great night. They will just put a damper on the night. Let's go patrol. I'm not sure they will listen to me. I think we need someone they haven't got a grudge against to talk sense into them".
They kept out of their line of sight and left the building through a side door.
No sooner had the door shut behind them when three Vampires jumped out and surrounded them.
Spike shook his head, "Has no-one told you the new rules?"
They laughed and one said, "Some pacifist fledge tried to tell everyone but we don't follow rules".
Another went on, "And what do a couple of ready meals think they can do to us?"
Buffy shook her head, "Idiots".
The three of them all went for the easy target, or so they thought.
Buffy did a high side kick as they converged on her, spearing the first one in the heart with her wooden high heels. A four inch nail stopped the heel from wearing down too fast when she was walking.
Her leg was still raised as she pulled the shoe out of his chest before he fully dusted. She had learned how not to lose shoes and stakes by making sure they were removed in time.
Spike took the other two out from behind as they were distracted by the view she presented them with when she kicked.
"Nice, Luv. They went out with a goofy smile on their faces!" Spike teased.
Buffy went wide eye for a second as she awareness of just how much they would be able to see up her short skirt without underwear. A gentle breeze swirled around her tickling her most sensitive places. Her leg still raised she gasped at the sensation.
Lowering her leg she laughed nervously, "I forgot. I still think I should feel bad and wrong but when I stop and be honest how I really feel, I don't care. They are dead, the dead tell no tales. All I care about is if you mind".
Spike swung her into his arms kissing her and rubbing his hard cock into her, "Fuck Luv, you don't know how much seeing you like that turned me on".
They were getting hot and heavy again when they heard voices at the other side of the door. They quickly made themselves look presentable. The words came to them, "The description fits. They said they saw them come out this way".
Buffy recognised the voices. She had left her phone at home, she had no where to put it in her outfit but she knew Spike had his in his jacket, mentally she told him to press record.
Riley and Forrest stepped out of the door.
Forrest sneered, "Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A demon in a pretty package. You are more dangerous since you look normal. And look it's Hostile 17. I thought you were supposed to kill Vampires not fuck them. Such a pity your little boyfriend has a slight chip problem that stops him from hurting humans. May be he can watch as I show him how a really man fucks. I will enjoy having a go before I kill you. You want to fuck her too, Finn?"
Riley spat at her, "She played me. Hot and cold. Were you trying to use me to infiltrate our squad? One less demon in the world is no loss. I think she owes me a go first. I don't know what you did to us the other night but we are ready for you now. A little girl like you can't best us. You claim to have done so much but I think it's all lies. There is no way a little girl saved the world or killed more demons than me. I am superior to a HST like you. Will you just spread your legs or do we get the pleasure of roughing you up first?"
Forrest sneered at Spike, "If you don't want a blinding headache from the chip be a good little HST and we will deal with you after we finish with her".
Both Buffy and Spike were seething with anger.
Buffy used their link, "We need to try to leave them alive. I don't give a damn about them but I want to try to have a working relationship with their bosses. I don't know about you but I intend breaking some bones and causing long term damage, just not fatal damage".
Spike showed Buffy a range of different non lethal injuries that were easy to inflict on humans without fear of getting carried away and killing them.
Forrest moved to put Spike out of commission, "Don't worry. I won't do too much damage to you yet. Wouldn't want to spoil your viewing pleasure as we spit roast your little whore. We can't trust you not to do something to spoil our game".
Riley moved to Buffy, "So how is it going to be, you deceitful little bitch? Are you going to let a real man show you how it's done or are you going to get my blood up first?"
Forrest and Riley both attacked at the same time. Forrest got a steel toe caped boot to his balls as Riley got the pointed toe of a stiletto forcefully into his. The force of the kick lifted them off the ground. In the air they both buckled forward due to the force of the kick they received, a fist ploughed into the side of their faces. The force of the hit, shattering their jaws.
Spike and Buffy had the same look of devilish glee in their eyes. When they were each sure their target was staying down they glanced at each other with growing smirks. As it was, they only hit them each twice. In combination with the recording, there could be no doubt they were acting in self defence.
Looking down on the two bodies curled in fetal position, they felt nothing but disgust for the two idiots.
Spike ended the recording and pressed send to get a copy to the PTB Office. He passed his phone over to Buffy to make a call.
Buffy called Colonel McNamara and gave him a scathing report about what had just occurred, "You need to get people down here to pick up two of your men that mistakenly thought we are easy targets. Try to get them here before the police arrive to save everyone some paperwork".
She told the Colonel about the voice recording they had made and told him to get a copy from their Office.
They waited and within only a couple of minutes Graham and the rest of the squad from that night appeared.
The anger and aggression in them was obvious. They were muttering blaming Spike and Buffy.
Buffy just held up the phone and pressed play.
They recognised Forrest's voice then Riley's. Their faces reflected the shock and horror hearing the threats of rape.
Buffy then told them, "Riley saw me with William, we were sat outside the university in the sun. He didn't take it well I told him I has just agreed to date William. This was before I knew any of your identities. I only found out the night you detained Rav," she motioned Graham forward, "I don't know who they mistook William for but he is no vampire. You will find he has a pulse".
Graham checked Spike's wrist finding his pulse, he confirmed it to his men.
Buffy went on, "We were out on a date, just heading home to be honest. They followed us outside and, well, you heard the recording. We mentioned to our staff to be careful since we feared reprisals, that was why we recorded them as soon as we were aware of them. I apologise, when they attacked we didn't pull our hits. Each have been kicked where it hurts a male the most and punched in the face. They have no other injuries caused by us".
Buffy managed to keep her true feelings off her face. She kept chanting in her mind, 'Good working relations'.
Graham ordered the two to be picked up. They took them to a waiting vehicle.
Graham turned back to them, "Thank you for allowing us to deal with them. I'm sorry it came to this," he nodded and they left.
Spike's mental voice had a vindictive edge, "Those two will be nothing but eunuchs after those kicks. They won't ever be able to rape anyone again. The damage to their jaws will ensure they will be eating through a straw for a long time to come".
Buffy had that the same edge to it as she agreed, "They deserved it".
Spike's glee came through the link as he responded, "Couldn't have happened to two nicer guys".
Buffy laughed mentally, "You wanted to do that one that first day when I told him I was dating you".
Spike kissed her as he agreed, "That and worse. This works though since his bosses will be furious as well!"
When the vehicles had gone Buffy suggested, "Shall we work off some of this aggression on patrol?"
Spike grinned.
Using their refined senses they heard a fight in progress. They arrived to find a turf war. Two gangs of demons, new in town, finding seemingly uncontested territory. They were fighting for who took control. The locals were absent since they were still keeping their heads down until the soldiers left.
Spike and Buffy waded in and let out their pent up aggression. They massacred both gangs with a vengeance.
They made their way to Stef's to let him know about the pile of bodies they had just created, warning him he might need to get some help to deal with them all. They informed him, while he should still be careful, the soldiers would hopefully be busy elsewhere tonight. Spike gave him a full run down of what had happened.
Stef showed concern for Buffy and anger that any male would attempt to attack a woman like that. He was positively gleeful, at hearing what happened to the soldiers and all the new bodies to harvest.
After hitting a couple of graveyards and taking out some fledges they were both in high spirits again. The next graveyard was clear. The following one had a couple of fledges slow in digging their way out.
Spike looked around, "What to do while we wait?" he looked at Buffy, "Want to spar?"
Buffy tipped her head back and laughed, "You just want to see me do more high kicks," she did a high kick, holding it to give him a good view or maybe some side kicks.
Her side kick came up high enough to have hit the soldiers in the face. She held her stance. Spike was extremely happy they had missed out on the view he now got to enjoy.
Lowering her foot down she continued with her tease, "If turn fast, like this, does this floaty thin material expose my breasts?"
She did a spin and block. Her skirt spun out to her waist completely exposing her. Her top now hung between her breasts rather than over them since the ties had come loose with all the fighting.
She straightened her top and asked, "And if I lean forward for anything, can you see down the front?"
She bent at the waist as she kept her eye on his face. She saw the glint in his eye as her nipples came into view.
"Or," she turned around and bent again, "do you prefer the view from behind? Is my dripping wet cunt on fully exposed to you like this? Can you see my tits and cunt if I turn a bit to the side?"
He growled and stalked towards her.
She held up a finger as she walked over to one of the graves. A body crawled free, with one well aimed heel the dust settled over the fresh soil. She walked over to the other grave and repeated the process.
She smiled at him, "So you want to spar?"
He pounced.
They laughed and teased as they play sparred. There was no aggression in their moves. More slap and tickle than sparing, lots of fun and laughter.
More fledges rising bought cut short their game, they moved on to a different graveyard.
They ran around Sunnydale, laughing, joking, sparing and feeling each other up. They cleared out all the fledges left to rise alone. They were attacked a few times by aggressive demons and stupid vampires but they attacked far more! They had so much fun with each other. They tracked a few more Sires but yet again, they were all just stupid fledges themselves.
While the light-hearted jokes and laughter were all out loud, their tactics and deeper conversations used their mental connection.
Buffy couldn't get over how much she enjoyed having someone to patrol with. Someone that she didn't have to babysit and worry about. Someone that was completely capable of holding his own. Someone she could work with and trust completely. A partner to fight beside her, with her.
The sexual current running through them both had them high on emotion. They were loving just teasing each other.
With one last stop where they fought the first lot of demons, they updated Stef about the locations of the remaining bodies.
They headed back to the house both reflecting on their date night. The sexual tension had been running at a high but ebbed as Buffy analysed the night and herself.
She told Spike over their mind link, "It has always been duty. I wasn't even supposed to have a life, just a sacred calling. Most of the time I walked around in the dark, night after night, killing things alone. If anyone came with me when I patrolled, it was solemn and serious. They were always scared, trying to hide it. I never felt I could show when I was having fun. I never felt I could show any emotions, all my emotions seemed to be frowned on. They wanted me to be a robotic vampire killing machine, no, a demon killing machine. No thoughts, no emotions, just a killer, not even a paid killer! I really was just a weapon to them, a thing, not a person.
It feels like I have been released from a straitjacket both mentally and physically".
Spike understood, "That's how they treated all Slayer's. I always saw a spark in you but you never got to let it out properly.
I know I'm not a vampire any more but even with a soul I don't feel shackled to human rules and expectations. I was so stifled when I was human. The freedom I experienced when Drusilla changed me, made me feel more alive in death than I ever had been in life. I don't feel the need to be Big Bad but I don't want to be a White Hat either. I don't want to play by human rules all the time but I don't mind keeping the likes of Joyce happy".
Buffy had left the house with the should and ought mentality fresh in her mind but date night had opened her eyes and her mind, "Tonight has been amazing. I had fun. I want this. I want you. I want to be free to be myself. I won't be shoved into those restrictive boxes again for anyone. I will tone things down in front of Mom but I don't care about the others".
Buffy ran ahead getting into the house first. She pulled her top and skirt off and stood naked in the doorway, "Get in here. I want you in me".
He ran in the house closing the door behind him. She watch him strip as she played with herself.
Finally naked, "Fuck Buffy. I love this," he stoked himself as he watched her playing.
She lost patience first. She leapt at him.
Their laugher and joy that had buoyed them up all night followed then into the house. The sofa, the dining table, the floor, the walls all got christened that night. Only as dawn broke did sleep catch up with them.
Spike woke bathed in warm sunshine wrapped up with his hot little slayer. His morning wood didn't care she was still asleep. He gently positioned himself to bury himself back where he belonged, as he eased into her he felt an overwhelming sense of home. With slow gentle strokes he woke her.
He felt as awareness came to her. Joy was her first emotion as she realised what was happening. His love for her exploded within him, in that instant.
She rose to meet him, stroke for stroke. She felt his love. She showed him her own love for him. He, at last, had his love returned with an intensity he had not even dreamed of.
They made love in the sunshine. Their changes accepted and embraced wholeheartedly.