Spike and Kiara rested against each other, both gasping for breath. Kiarra with a human's real need, Spike with that enduringly charming tendency to hold onto so many aspects of humanity.
Buffy had mentioned casually that Spike was actually the only Vampire she'd even seen eat anything other then blood. Quite a bunch of them seemed to hit the booze rather enthusiastically, but not even Angel ate food, and he was about as human of a Vampire as any other but Spike.
Then Kiarra and Buffy had spent an hour or two wondering why that was. To them it seemed NEVER eating would eventually draw a bit of suspicious curiosity from even the dimmest human.
They eventually decided that Buffy was probably correct with her observation that the run of the mill Vamp rarely courted a victim, just came upon some random moron wandering where and when the sane knew not to. The whole not eating question really didn't have time to come up in the usual ten second "relationship" a typical Vamp had with its dinner.
She'd gone on to mention that Master Vampires seemed a bit different in that aspect and seemed to enjoy finding a certain type of victim and stalking and then cultivating their prey-until the inevitable boredom factor ended the one sided game. Kiarra had steered the conversation away from that subject as speedily as she politely could. She'd known uneasily, with that twitch of guilt that often overcame her, that Buffy's knowledge of that particular fact came from studying about the early days of Angel, Darcilla, Dru and Spike. And Kiarra really hated going there.
She knew that Spike wasn't killing humans anymore. But Kiarra wasn't one for sugar coated shit. She didn't lie to others. And she didn't lie to herself.
Spike didn't kill, other then where he was pointed by Buffy or Giles, or some random baddy jumping him, mainly because he knew if he did, it would end with either his death, or Buffy's. He didn't want to go either route.
Kiara rather thought that at least lately, there was one other factor that kept him from killing humans.
And that factor was Kiara herself.
Spike knew what it would do if he killed a human. It would hurt her in a way she'd never recover from. It would force Kiara to make herself "hate" Spike and join with Buffy in trying to end his Immortal days. They both knew that if that happened, Spike would finally die...for always. He would not be able to hurt Kiara, and being so distracted by trying to both avoid that, and avoid Kiara's stake, would be easy meat for Buffy.
She had talked about her fears and worries and guilt's one slightly drunken girl's night in with Buffy, Willow, and Tara. Telling her friends how the thought that she might have to one day help Buffy kill Spike was nearly making her insane she had collapsed into a curled up sobbing heap. Tara had dropped down beside her to pull her distraught friend into a gentle, rocking embrace. Buffy, the Chosen One and the Warrior, feeling thoughts uncomfortably, if much paler, similar had hovered over the pair ineffectively, awkwardly patting Kiara's shoulder.
Then Willow kneeled in front of the miserable, sodden Kiara, and hands soft on either cheek, raised her face.
"But Kiara, don't you see? Spike loves you, even if he won't say the words. You are a better leash around his monster then the Initiative's chip could ever have been. He'd kill himself, rather then put you in a position to have to help kill him. Spike is a Master Vampire. Do you think anything could make him do something he has decided that he won't?"
That had helped. Kiara still dealt with the knowledge of what her lover had once been, once done.
He did much that was good today. Had even helped save the world at least once.
In the end it came down to the fact that she loved him. She knew what he had done couldn't be forgiven. But humans were allowed to do evil, and then given God's grace if they turned their lives around and served good. It didn't forgive what they had done...but the scales and the scores and balancing or not, confusing in judging a human could not even apply to a Master Vampire.
So Kiara finally just decided to keep loving Spike. She didn't really think she could stop anyhow. She would just continue to be his moral chip as long as she could.
And refused to think about what would happen when she was gone...
All of those thoughts and worries were far from Kiara's mind as she lay lazily relaxed, sprawled upon her lover in almost complete contentment.
The top of her head hurt a little. She certainly hadn't even noticed it when Spike had been ravaging her so fiercely after she had teased him into his loss of Vampire cool. She did a bit now.
And then there was that whole slam, bam, thank you Ma'am aspect of the fuck just finished. Spike and Kiara often had those . Both delighted in teasing the other into a frenzy of lust and need-usually in times or places where the tormented partner had to suffer hours of teasing with no societal correct way of getting some. Kiara was amazed they hadn't yet been hauled off to jail, considering some of the places the teased partner had found the aloneness needed to "retaliate".
Kiara would usually try to restrain herself to wait to get back to Spike's crypt, or at least the back seat of his car. When Spike was the teased one, Kiara tended to find her panties being ripped off and Spike slamming his cock into her almost before whichever combination of Buffy or the Scoobies they'd been with had turned the corner.
