She ran to his crypt looking for him, seeking solace. Her need to feel almost overwhelming her in its intensity. She was shaking from the sheer force, wanting nothing more then to be in his arms. She didn’t even bother to knock, just raced in and barged into his home, the crypt door banging against the cement wall with a loud clang.
Spike had been expecting her. Her nightly rituals of coming to him and shagging him into oblivion had left him with a sense of longing. More so then when she was gone, his need to see her almost satisfied by pictures and visiting her grave. This longing that now consumed him was over-powering. It was as if he had to touch her every second of the day. He wanted to run his fingers along her sun-kissed skin and let her scent imprint on his senses. He dared not make the first move as she stood near the door, her chest heaving with the exertion of running to get to him.
She simply stared at him, her need to be near him had diminished as she stood a mere few feet away from him. She had already begun to feel as soon as his blue eyes raked across her form. She licked her lips slowly before biting her bottom lip as his blue eyes stared into her green orbs. She knew what she wanted; it was just a matter of stepping over her pride and getting it.
Maybe I’ll have a little fun with him this time, she thought.
He cocked his head to the side and regarded her slowly, he knew what she wanted but he would be damned if he was going to run to her. Instead he sat in his chair, the closing credits of ‘Passions’ echoing in the air.
Buffy wanted to laugh, catching Spike watching his favorite soap but she was too engrossed in his eyes to say a word. The attraction they both felt for one another was heavy in the air, the sexual tension thick. Buffy slowly closed the heavy crypt door and leaned against it. She titled her head to the side and regarded him coolly, trying to be as nonchalant as she could.
Spike wanted to laugh at her, she was being entirely too cute.
“Something you want love?” he asked her as she nervously nibbled on her bottom lip.
Your body, your hands, your cock buried deep inside me, name it and I want it, she thought.
“Good things come to those who wait,” she answered him.
Baby wants to play, Spike thought as he leered at her.
“That’s true but what exactly are we waiting for?”
Buffy didn’t reply. She sauntered over to the television and shut it off before turning around and facing Spike. She tilted her head again allowing her soft blond hair to partially shield her face as she smirked at him.
Spike’s pants became a little tighter with that adorable look on her face and he shifted in his chair to make himself more comfortable. This did not go unnoticed.
He opened his mouth to say something more but was quieted as she walked to him. Her hips swinging from side to side, a finger upon her lips.
This is different, he thought. Usually she would come here, fuck him senseless and then leave, her virtue a-fluttering. But not this night. This night she was a Buffy Spike hadn’t seen in a long time. One who was confident and knew what she wanted and was totally not afraid to take it.
She reached him, her legs going on either side of his, pressing them together as she sat on his lap facing him. His hands automatically went to her sides, holding her on him. Afraid if he let go she would leave.
Why Ms. Summers, are you trying to seduce me? Spike thought.
Buffy bent her head down, her hair brushing against his face like soft butterfly wings. Spike closed his eyes and relished the feeling. He breathed deeply, the sweet smell of her shampoo washing over him.
Buffy watched him as he turned instinctively towards her hair again and without thinking she raised a hand to his cheek. Her fingertips running along the planes of his features. Spike held his breath as she explored his face. She ran her fingers, feather soft against his skin, loving the way it felt.
So soft, she thought absently as she bent forward and placed a kiss on his cheek.
Spike’s eyes flew open at the sweet gesture. Her green eyes met his and he was shocked at what he saw there. Her hand was still upon his face as their eyes held. Slowly she leant down and touched her lips to his. It was a sweet kiss, almost chaste and full of emotion.
Buffy made no move to deepen the kiss, instead just let her lips dance delicately against his. Allowing him to feel everything she wanted to say without actual words. Her fingers wound themselves in his soft curls as she pressed her forehead against his.
He met her eyes in awe, his still heart almost contracting with the feelings this woman invoked. His hands tightened on her waist and he pulled her closer, his mouth meeting hers again. His tongue traced the soft fullness of her lips and her resolve was shattered as she opened her mouth to him, allowing his tongue entrance.
Spike was one hell of a kisser and Buffy knew she had been stupid to not allow more kissing like this. She never experienced a kiss that was soo full of passion and lust and love like his. Angel sure as hell never kissed her like this, his were so falsely innocent. Spike’s? Spike’s were full of sex.
Her legs tightened around his thighs as she struggled to get closer to him. Spike took the hint and picked her up, breaking their kiss long enough to place her in the chair he had just vacated. He kneeled in front of her, pulling her legs towards him, his mouth reclaiming hers as he ran his hands up her thighs grateful she had donned a skirt this evening.
I guess the struggle of getting her jeans off had finally gotten to her, he thought smugly.
As Spike inched his way to the apex of her legs, sliding her skirt up on the way. Her skin hot and tingly everywhere he touched her.
He pulled away, his face feigning shock and looked at her.
“No panties?” he asked.
“You always rip my panties so I figure the best way to save money is to not wear any at all. Gotta save money where I can ya know?” she replied putting on her best innocent look.
Spike wanted to laugh. Instead he smiled at her and touched the soft curls between her legs, not surprised to find her already moist.
“Good idea love,” he said as he eased a finger inside her soft folds.
Buffy’s sighed against his mouth as his long digit slid home. Spike kissed her again as his thumb began to run lazy circles against her clit. His mouth found it’s way down to her neck, biting lightly as he continued his trek down. He kissed her breasts through her light cotton shirt, her nipples hardening instantly under his ministrations. Spike looked up at Buffy as his mouth closed over one of her covered nipples and found her looking back at him.
He made his way down, pushing her skirt up higher, lifting her legs to rest on either side of the armchair before kissing her lightly on the mound. His thumb still rubbed at her clit as he kissed around it, his tongue tracing her labia, licking at her essence as it seeped from her.
Buffy’s hands found their way to his hair again, wanting his mouth on her. She tugged slightly and was given a soft laugh. His finger and thumb were removed and before Buffy could moan at their loss his mouth was on her. Her eyes almost crossed he moved his mouth over her clit and thrust two fingers inside her. Her back arched up off the chair as his began to move his fingers, his tongue licking at her hard nub making it throb even more inside his mouth.
She grabbed at his hair, pulling at it as she was pushed towards ecstasy. Her orgasm caught her unaware and before she knew she was falling, stars exploding behind her eyelids as his name was torn from her mouth.
As soon as the shuddering stopped Buffy was on him, pushing him back against the soft carpet he had in front the chair. Her hands on his pants, pulling apart the button fly with inhuman strength. Before he had a chance to blink his jeans were pulled down his legs and flung against the sarcophagus. Her hot mouth descended upon his rigid length and Spike was helpless as his hips bucked up against her lips.
Buffy sucked him deep into her mouth, relishing in the feel of his hard cock hitting the back of her throat. She knew the power she had over him as he began to buck against her and smiled inwardly. Her hand trailed down to his balls as she cupped the sack lightly, her lips descending down to the root.
Oh fuck, Spike thought as Buffy plunged him deep within the confines of her mouth.
Down and up, the pleasure built and Spike knew if he didn’t push Buffy off right then he would explode in her mouth.
Before he had a chance her mouth was gone and was replaced by something much hotter. He opened his eyes to find hers staring back at him as she lowered herself onto his cock. Her sex surrounding him, squeezing him. Spike reached for her face, pulling her down to him as she began to ride him. With each thrust Spike was pulled towards that edge, her tongue dueling with his as her sheath strangled him with each downward descent.
Buffy fought to slow down but her body wouldn’t allow it, rising faster and faster, taking him deeper with each move. Their kisses became more frenzied, their lips fighting for dominance as their orgasms rushed to over take them.
Buffy’s hit first, the wave crashing over her unannounced, leaving her gasping for air. Spike’s soon followed, his whole body going still as he released into her. His hands leaving little finger-marked bruises in her skin.
“Wow,” she commented as she fell on top of him, trying to catch her breath.
Spike’s arms went around her, holding her tight. He knew what came next. As soon as she realized what she had down she would bolt, leaving him naked and used upon his floor.
He closed his eyes as she lifted her head.
“Spike?” she asked, running her fingers along his face.
“Yeah love?” He almost wished he would lose his hearing, he knew what she was going to say.
“Thank you.”
His blue eyes shot upon looking at her in surprise.
“For what?”
“For this, for everything. The hardest part of being back was not being happy, feeling I lost something. But you, you changed that.”
He stared at her, disbelief written on his face. Slowly she kissed him, her lips grazing his. She smiled and settled next to him, her arm slung over his chest, her green eyes falling shut.
Spike wondered if it was a dream and prayed that if it were, it would be one he would never awake from. Sighing he held her and stroked her hair until sleep overcame him as well, never noticing the smile Buffy had upon her face.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
Rabbit_moon1
12/23/16 01:12 pm
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AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
Great post.
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
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