Fic: A Slayer’s Path chap 10 (NC-17)

Slayers Path
Chapter Ten – Shared Dream

Two more chapters to go.

Buffy found herself in the desert again. Tara and Senaya awaited her approach. In the distance she could see Dana happily kicking the sand and running free.

“She looks so happy,” Buffy commented.

Tara looked wistful. “She will be once again. Terrible things happened to that child. Her healing has begun thanks to you, Buffy. If she had committed those murderous acts that we’d foreseen, then Dana would have been permanently lost to us. The guilt would have consumed her, and the sanity she had worked hard to gain would have quickly evaporated with the knowing.”

Buffy asked, “Senaya, are you sure?”

“It is my gift, Buffy. I am sure.”

Buffy nodded. “I understand, but I’m a little sad, too.” She hugged the First Slayer and knew some part of her had been healed. No longer would she feel torn between wanting to be a normal girl and being the Slayer. Buffy now fully embraced her Slayer-side. She too felt healed.

A noise broke the hug and caught their attention. All three turned in the direction in which the noise came from, and Buffy saw Spike shuffling towards them. The sunlight made him look paler than usual, and Buffy recalled what he looked like when he’d approached her with the Gem of Amara.

“‘Lo pet,” Spike said. “Where are we?”

Buffy held out her hand for him to take. He did, and she replied, “You’re in my Slayer dream. You remember Tara?”

“Hey, luv. I’ve missed you,” he directed to Tara.

Tara smiled and stepped up to Spike, giving him a hug. “I didn’t thank you for all you did to help me when I was alive. Thank you for punching me in the nose, and well, for everything.”

Spike blushed from the attention. Buffy saved him from making a complete ass of himself by turning his attention to Senaya. She watched with some amusement as his shy demeanor morphed into his usual cocky self.

“Spike, this is Senaya, the First Slayer.”

Senaya walked in a circle around Spike, as Spike turned to never give her his back. “Yes, we’ve met many a time, haven’t we, William.”

“Never had the direct pleasure, no. Sorry about…”

“It was in your nature then. It is now in your nature to protect my sisters. You are our champion,” Senaya declared, smiling at him.

“As you are also the champion of the Guardians, Spike,” Tara asserted.

“What’s this?” Spike asked, looking to Buffy for answers.

Tara replied for her, “You’ve been granted a gift. You’ve been brought inside Buffy’s dream to be given the knowledge and the blessing from the Guardians, the sisterhood of the Slayers, and the Powers for Good.” Touching his chest above his heart, Tara said, “This heart…so full of love. I now hereby bless thee for the Goddess and her daughters.” Touching the center of his forehead, she announced, “William, you were cleansed through the fires of the amulet and not found wanting. Your poet’s soul, your keen mind…even…” Tara blushed. “Your…umm…devotion to our sister has been noted and appreciated. You are hereby our Champion. So mote it be.”

Senaya and Buffy echoed, “So mote it be.”

Spike felt an overwhelming sense of peace, hope and love within. While he’d been grateful to feel Buffy’s love for him, he began to cry from being found worthy of so much more. As he fell to his knees, Buffy wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him to her chest.

Kissing the top of his head, Buffy told him, “I love you, my husband. See how special you are?”

“Buffy, luv, what does this all mean? Why me?” Spike repeated over and over again.

Shushing him with soothing circles on his back, Buffy began telling him of her first dream with Tara and Senaya, the visions of Dana, her grief at having left him in the Hellmouth…everything. During this time, Spike would look to either Tara or Senaya for confirmation of what Buffy was telling him. As they would nod or answer with a few words, he grew quieter. At the end of everything, Spike rose from the ground.

“Right then. Still don’t get why they picked me, but as long as Buffy’s by my side, I’ll never question it again,” Spike finally replied.

“Spike, you’ve been told too many times that you were nothing…that you were beneath them, when in fact you were greater than them all. Drusilla saw some of this before she turned you. She knew you were destined for greater things, and in fact, in turning you, she’d gone against Angelus’ orders for her never to sire a childe,” Tara explained.

“She did? Dru never said,” Spike stammered.

“Your life and unlife, as you like to call it, has thrown you obstacles and tests. Everything you’ve endured, experienced and survived from has tempered you, as a smith would eliminate the imperfections in a sword,” Tara answered.

“Hear that love, I’m bloody perfect,” Spike bragged.

“You would pick up on that, wouldn’t you?” Buffy replied.

“Of course.” Spike curled his tongue between his teeth and wiggled his eyebrows.

“This is your destiny, honey. Get used to it,” Buffy happily said.

“Well, the missus says I gotta, so I guess that’s what I must do.”

“Wow, I wonder if that will work all the time,” Buffy teased.

“Don’t count on it, Slayer,” Spike replied, grinning.

Senaya coughed and pointed at Dana who was now looking in their direction. “It is time.”

*********

Both Buffy and Spike woke from their slumber immediately and turned to each other. “It’s time,” they both said.

Buffy pounced on him before he could move and kissed him playfully. “Ugh…morning breath.”

“Hey, that’s Mister Perfect Morning Breath to you, pet,” Spike teased.

Buffy gently slapped his stomach and raced to the bathroom. “Come back here, Slayer!”

“No, gotta brush my teeth. We have to get going, Spike. We’ll have more time for that later.” Buffy peeked around the door and hooked her foot around the frame, rubbing it up and down the wood. “I promise the wait will be worth it, husband.”

“Oh wife, what you do to me!” Spike sighed and sprawled on the pillows. Stroking himself under the sheet, he whined, “But I have this problem now, love. As my wife, I demand you take care of it.”

Buffy rinsed out her mouth and walked out of the bathroom, hands on her hips. “You demand me? You’re actually ordering me? We’ve only been married for a few hours, and you’re starting to give me orders.”

Spike saw the fire in her eyes and mistook it for something else. “Love, I’m sorry…didn’t mean…” He watched her approach with some trepidation. Despite her angry demeanor, his cock grew harder, tenting the sheets.

“I’m not brushing my teeth again, you hear me?” Buffy said. She pulled down the sheet in a whirl and kneeled on the bed. She positioned him at her sex and quickly slammed down on his groin. Both moaned from the feel of their joining.

Buffy placed one hand on his chest and the other behind her on his leg as she rode him. Spike bent his knees allowing her to rest her back on them, which gave his cock the perfect position to hit her G-spot on every single thrust. She took her hand from his chest and pressed it right above his cock.

Theirs was a hard and fast fucking. Only grunts and animalistic noises were made. No terms of endearment, no promises…nothing was said. The sound of skin slapping skin and the suction of her sex permeated the otherwise quiet room.

Spike came first, grabbing her wrist and biting hard. The bite started Buffy’s own orgasm, and Spike used his other hand to bring her off by manipulating her clit.

She collapsed on top of him, kissed him and said, “Wow!”

“I concur,” he replied, sated.

“Spike, we really have to get going. The ones who I will not name will be wondering what happened to Dana and to you.”

“I know, love. Just needed you.”

“Do you still have my ring?” Buffy asked, playing with the few hair on his chest.

“That skull ring? My wife will not be wearing that!” Spike replied, indignant.

“But it was my engagement ring,” Buffy pouted.

“No. I’m getting you a proper ring.”

“Goody!” Buffy laughed.

Realizing he’d been played, Spike responded by tickling her midsection until she was blue in the face. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry,” Buffy giggled.

“Okay, then. Let’s go get Noodle.”

“Noodle? Huh?”

“Dana, pet. Like that crazy chit in Gorillaz. Noodle.”

“I’m not sure she’ll like that, honey. Besides, it’s lame,” Buffy replied.

“But it fits her, love.”

“Whatever.”

**************

Buffy and Spike found Dana entertaining a rapt Rieff in another room. Bruce had fallen asleep on the couch, and Dana was currently spinning in circles. Her hair had been swept up off her face, and both Buffy and Spike noticed how beautiful she was. Spike grimaced with the thought of all the men he’d have to chase away – like Niblet.

“Rieff, thank you for staying with her,” Buffy said to the twenty-something Lister.

Despite his gray skin, Rieff blushed a pale pink at Buffy’s words. “Anytime I can help out. I’ve not felt this…I don’t know…happy in a long time. Not since the Scourge were killed.”

Buffy eyed Spike who raised his hands. “Not us, luv.”

“Oh not Spike’s Scourge…the real one. Pure demons who were…well, if some still exist are…like Nazis. Any half-breeds – vampires, Listers – must be eliminated, since we have too much human in us. Doyle, our savior, sacrificed his life for us. We thought that the souled one would be our hero, but it was Doyle,” Rieff stammered.

“Doyle? Short bloke, half-Brachen, worked with Angel?” Spike inquired.

“Yeah.”

“Wondered what had happened to the Mick. Doesn’t surprise me that Peaches wouldn’t sacrifice himself,” Spike snorted.

“So, Doyle saved you? What did Angel do?” Buffy asked.

“Well, he infiltrated the Scourge to find out their plans. Even though he was a vampire, they accepted him based on his reputation, plus I think he had to prove something to them. I’m not sure what; I wasn’t there.”

“And this was when?”

“Four years ago,” Rieff answered.

“Then…that had to be after…”

“Must have been about that time the Initiative had me, pet.” Spike gave her a look of reassurance. He knew that despite her love for him and her seemingly recent mistrust of Angel, her past illusions of him still affected her.

Dana spun herself into Spike’s arms. “Pretty man.”

“Thanks, Noodle,” Spike said.

Dana looked as if she didn’t know if she liked that or not. A few seconds passed, and then she giggled. “Rieff, I’m a noo-dle!”

“That you are, ducks.” Spike shook his head at her antics. He wondered how much she would change after. He’d hate it if she lost some of this innocence. So, much of it had been stolen by that bastard in her past.

Buffy walked over to Bruce and shook him gently. “Bruce. Bruce, wake up.”

Bruce stirred and came to rapt attention when he recognized Buffy hovering over him. He sputtered his apologies and searched the room for Dana. Relief filled his eyes when he saw Dana was more than okay.

“Bruce, I need you to get Clem for me, okay?”

“Yes, Buffy. Do you need some breakfast?” Bruce asked.

At the word breakfast, Buffy’s stomach gurgled. “I think that’s a yes.”

“Be back soon.” Bruce departed, and the remaining four talked.

 

Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/123269.html