Changing Lives by Mabel Marsters

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Chapter 60

Author's Notes: Thanks as ever to Carol for her beta work, --- Hope you’ve all enjoyed this story. The sequel will be coming soon and is called Parallel Lives so keep me on your watch lists!! Thanks for reading and even more so if you reviewed along the way!! Please vote for this story at Spuffy Awards, Forbidden Awards, Sunnydale Memorial Fanfiction Awards and the Lie To Me Awards!! Thanks to everyone who has nominated it

Chapter Sixty

Spike fairly bounced out of bed the next morning. He gobbled his breakfast down and left the house earlier than usual. He’d told Rupert about Buffy and then had teased him a bit about his date with Joyce. He wanted to surprise Buffy and so had decided to go to her house and walk to school with her.

Joyce opened the door when Spike knocked on it.

“Oh, Spike,” she said when she saw him.

“Morning, Mrs. Summers. Buffy hasn’t left for school yet, has she?”

“Er, no, no she hasn’t. She’s only just gotten up and she’s running late.” She cast an anxious glance over her shoulder.

Spike realised that Buffy must not have told her mom about them making up. He hoped it was just because she’d been asleep when she’d arrived home and not because she’d changed her mind.

“She came over to see me last night, Mrs. Summers. She won’t mind that I’m here.”

“Oh, you’ve made up? Thank goodness, I don’t think I could stand another week like the last one,” said Joyce.

“Mom!” protested Buffy, walking down the stairs.

All three had a bit of a giggle and then Buffy and Spike left for school.

“I didn’t expect you to come to walk with me,” said Buffy, slipping her hand into Spike’s.

“Just couldn’t wait to do this.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her so passionately it left her breathless and a little weak in the knees.

They had to race up the steps to the school building when they heard the bell ring for the start of class.

“See you at lunch, okay?” Buffy asked as they parted.

“You will.”

Ooooooo

Spike felt a touch nervous going to meet Buffy for lunch but he needn’t have worried. Her face lit up as soon as she saw him and his heart soared.

“Hey you,” he said, dropping a kiss on her lips as he sat down.

“Spike,” replied Buffy, taking of one of his hands and holding it tightly.

“It’s a good thing I only have sandwiches to eat,” joked Spike, “since I’ve only got one hand. I’m not complaining though.”

“I should think not,” said Buffy with a kiss.

They were soon joined by Oz and Willow and then a few minutes later by Xander and Cordelia. Only Willow and Oz knew why they’d split but all four were delighted to see them both happy again.

“What you need is an evening together, just the two of you,” said Cordelia.

“You’re not wrong, Cordy,” said Spike, “but I’m not sure how we’re gonna manage it unless Rupert and Buffy’s mom go out again.”

“My folks are away for the week. Why don’t you use the pool house? It’s totally private and you could stay over if you can think of a reason for not going home. It doesn’t have a bed but the couch is way big enough,” said Cordelia with a cheeky grin.

She glanced at Xander as she spoke, who promptly turned bright red, much to everyone’s amusement.

“I can feel the need for a study night coming on,” said Buffy, looking lasciviously at Spike, “don’t you?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure my grades have been slipping lately,” he agreed with a grin.

“That’s settled then,” said Cordy, “Why don’t you come over, too?” She looked at Willow and Oz. “It’s a big house.”

“Do you want to?” Oz asked Willow.

“Sure,” she replied, a little shyly.

“Great. Shall we say Wednesday night? I’ll make sure we’ve got some food in - it’ll be fun. There’s no need to tell your parents that mine are away, is there?”

They all shook their heads and laughed. Having Cordy as a friend was turning out to be a good thing. Her parents weren’t in the same social circle as any of the others and yes, her house was huge, pool house not withstanding.

Ooooooo

Wednesday couldn’t come soon enough. After classes Spike, Buffy and Xander squeezed into Cordy’s car with Willow and Oz following in his van.

Once there, they all sat in the kitchen and snacked on the food that Cordelia had provided. After that, she showed Spike and Buffy to the pool house and left them with a shameless chuckle.

“Don’t forget to lock the door!”

“Wow, this isn’t embarrassing at all,” said Spike, with pink-tinged cheeks.

“Mm,” agreed Buffy, “It’s weird that they’re up there knowing what we’re going to be doing down here.”

Spike glanced at the couch which, true to Cordelia’s word, was enormous. She’d left blankets next to it so they had no reason to go to the main house until morning.

“I reckon Xander knows that pretty well,” joked Spike, pointing at the couch.

“Ew!” grimaced Buffy, “Xander naked is not an image I needed, thank you.”

Spike stepped close to her.

“Need me to take your mind off it, do yer?”

“That would be helpful.”

“God, I missed yer so much,” said Spike softly as his fingers traced their way around Buffy’s face, “That week felt like a year.”

“Shh, don’t talk about it,” replied Buffy, “I still can’t believe I hit you.”

“Deserved it I reckon, pet,” Spike whispered as he kissed her neck, knowing how she loved it, “I’ll never hurt you again. I promise.”

Buffy put her hand behind Spike’s head and drew him to her lips, kissing him hard. All thoughts of what Xander and Cordy had been up to on the couch disappeared as they fell onto it, each trying frantically to undress the other.

“Bloody hell,” muttered Spike as he struggled with the fastener to Buffy’s bra.

She started to laugh.

“Hey, that’s not exactly in keeping with the mood of the moment,” said Spike, finally flinging the thing to the floor.

“He doesn’t seen to mind,” said Buffy, boldly placing her hand around Spike’s arousal.

“Can barely control the sod when you’re near me,” he replied with a grin.

Buffy pushed him on his shoulder so that he lay down on his back. She gently stroked him, eliciting soft moans. She tightened her grip slightly and increased the rhythm of her strokes, leaning over to kiss him.

“Is that good?” she whispered.

“Oh God, Buffy, you know it is,” sighed Spike.

She kissed his lips, his throat, his chest. She kissed her way down his body until she was level with her hand. He held his breath; surely she wasn’t going to…

“Oh Christ,” moaned Spike as he felt the tip of Buffy’s tongue on him.

“You’re not the only one who can get a few ideas from magazines,” giggled Buffy before once more returning to her attentions.

“Okay, this time I really have died and gone to heaven,” thought Spike as he gently ran his hand through Buffy’s silky hair.

After a few more minutes he cupped his hand under her chin.

“Buffy, love, you’ve got to stop,” he gasped.

“Why?” she asked looking up at him, “This is fun.”

He pulled Buffy towards him, kissed her and then let out a bit of a groan.

“That’s why,” he said with an embarrassed smile, “I just couldn’t hold it any longer. You drive me crazy.”

Buffy laughed, leant down and picked up a towel from the floor and used it to wipe Spike’s stomach and her hand.

“You’ve got to hand it to Cordy, she’s well organised,” she joked as Spike raised an eyebrow at the appearance of the towel.

“Come ‘ere.” Spike pulled Buffy down until they were spooned against each other, her back against his front. “I love you, Buffy Summers.”

“I love you too, Spike Norman,” she replied.

He felt a tear prick his eye as she said his name. But it was the right name. He was Spike now, no one else. They lay there snuggled up, just enjoying holding each other.

“That pool looks pretty inviting,” said Spike.

“It does.”

The pool was lit from beneath the water, giving it a magical appearance. Spike rolled himself off the couch.

“C’mon, then,” he said, pulling Buffy, “Let’s go and try it out.”

Soon they were both shrieking and splashing each other. Buffy had the advantage being the stronger swimmer, but what Spike lacked in finesse he made up for in determination. Buffy soon fell into his clutches once more. Before they knew it, it was almost midnight and they were wrapped up in big fluffy towels, curled up on the couch. Buffy turned to Spike and started to kiss him.

“I’m too tired, Buffy,” said Spike.

“Oh.” She tried to hide her disappointment but failed miserably.

“Gotcha!”

“You pig!” she yelled, hitting him with a pillow.

“Hey, you really are kind of violent,” said Spike, grabbing her wrists and pulling her over until he was straddling her.

“You deserved it,” she grinned, “I’d do it again in an instant.”

“Well, I’d better try to keep you distracted,” said Spike, going south to return the favour…

“Spike, I need you now,” ordered Buffy as she felt her climax building.

Spike repositioned himself so that he entered her smoothly, both groaning at the pleasure it gave. They were totally as one; their rhythm was a lesson in synchronicity.

“Oh, Spike!”

Buffy climaxed, her whole body thrumming in waves. Spike followed on her heels. They collapsed, breathless, into each other’s arms.

“God, it just gets better each time,” murmured Spike, nuzzling her ear.

“Can’t wait for the next time, in that case,” teased Buffy.

For the first time they fell asleep together, limbs entwined, unable even in slumber not to touch each other.

Ooooooo

The shrill ringing of an alarm clock roused them from sleep.

“Where is it?” asked Spike, blearily looking around.

“I dunno. It sounds like it’s near our feet.”

Spike crawled along the couch and looked down. Sure enough, there was the offending article. He turned it off.

“What time is it?” asked Buffy.

Spike squinted at it; he’d taken his contacts out.

“Soddin’ hell, it’s only six fifteen.”

Buffy started to laugh. “Cordelia is the queen of organisation.”

“Not that organised when she sets the alarm too early,” grumbled Spike.

“No, she really is if you think about it for a minute instead of being ‘all grouchy in the morning Spike’.”

He looked at her quizzically. She licked her lips. The penny dropped.

“So,” said Spike slowly, “we’ve got time…”

“We have,” giggled Buffy.

“I think Xander must be a pretty lucky guy,” said Spike, “but nowhere near as lucky as me.”

He crawled his way back up to Buffy and soon the two of them were lost to the world once more.

Ooooooo

Six well satisfied teenagers went to school that morning, all sharing the common bond of an extremely good night’s studying…

In between their love making Buffy and Spike had talked for hours. Now at the end of classes they walked in silence along the corridor hand in hand. When they got to the doors to the library Spike paused.

“Come on, Spike, I’m here for you,” said Buffy softly.

He gazed at her for a moment before pushing open the doors and they both walked through them.

“Spike, Buffy, are you wanting a ride home?” asked Rupert when he saw them.

“Um…no…um…there’s something that I’ve got to tell you,” said Spike hesitantly.

“Good Lord! You haven’t got Buffy…er…”

“No!” Spike said sharply, “No, I haven’t.”

“Oh sorry, it’s just that you sounded so serious and…” Rupert’s voice trailed off in embarrassment.

Spike opened his mouth to speak and then shut it again with a slight shake of his head.

“It’ll be okay, Spike, you need to do this,” Buffy gently coaxed.

“You’re right,” said Spike.

He stood a little straighter, squeezed her hand a little tighter and looked Rupert in the eye.

“The thing is, Rupert,” he said, his voice amazingly calm, “I’m really William.”

The End

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