PULSE
By Mercy
A/N Thanks to Kirsty, Kar, Mel and Darcy for their input beta reading and help...and great friendship
Shattered
The screaming of the sirens from the ambulances could be heard for miles around the major trauma hospital. A gas leak had exploded half of Main Street, into the pits of hell, and what was left was so charred; that anything that once drew breath would need dental records to confirm their identity. The survivor’s from the accident were being ferried into Sunnydale General, triaged and sent onto larger hospitals to be treated if they couldn’t cope with the horrific injuries.
Caught up in this chaotic mess, was a young intern fresh out of med school, her eye’s wide with shock and disbelief in the anarchy that surrounded her. ER doctors and nurses ran around her in disarray trying to cope with the patients as they lay in gurneys, beds, and mattress on the floor. The cries and howls of pain, ricocheted from the walls of the hospital’s Emergency Room and straight into her ear canal, piercing any train of thought she had. All the young intern could think of was running away, as she surveyed the floor of the E.R., as the door’s to the ambulance bay opened with yet another load of incoming wounded, the young intern bolted.
The intern’s feet carried her into the dark shaded alleyway, which divided the main hospital, and the next building. She found herself a corner to hide in just for a minute, just to take a break from the horror around her, as she could only escape for a little while, the people inside and her colleagues needed her. Taking a deep breath and a sigh of relief, she couldn’t help but scrunch her nose, as her lung’s filled with cigarette smoke, as a tall shadow moved closer towards her. Trying to pull herself deeper into the void of the corner of the alley, she couldn’t help but notice the navy scrubs that the intruder was wearing, indicating that he was a registered nurse. As her eyes followed the navy scrubs, the next thing that struck her was his hair. The bright platinum blondness of it and the contrasting dark eyebrows that lay just above his blue within blue eyes, deepened by the dark colour of his uniform.
She’d seen him around the hospital at times, but never really paid much attention to him before, she’d been to busy trying to keep up with the Consultant she was assigned too, with all the work that was dumped on her by her Registrar and the rest of the nursing staff. She vaguely recalled that he worked on the 8th floor Medical Ward, and a few other places if need be, she also remembered the other nurses trying to get his attention, all but in vein, he never really took much interest in them. He seemed to keep them at arm’s length, and would kindly disentangle himself if necessary.
Not that it mattered much to Buffy at this moment in time, the anguish of the horror she had just been a witness, was screwing around with her brain, and numbing her senses. She just couldn’t bring herself to feel anymore, it was too difficult and draining to think.
She just wanted to feel...
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He’d seen her in the darkened corner of the alley, he himself sometimes used to sneak out for a fag, when he was meant to be on the floor. Quickly he identified her as one of the new interns that had started a few weeks ago, and was still ‘wet behind the ears’. He didn’t know her name, but he knew she was a quiet woman, who knew her job, and could handle herself. Well usually, by the look of her he doubted that she was today, in the horror of the E.R.. He’d been helping out in the department, from his usual assignment as they were desperate for help, and another set of hands was always welcome.
He could see her physically shake in shock at what was going around her, he slowly moved up to her, quietly so as not to scare her off. With a flick of his wrist he threw the butt of his cigarette away, stood a few feet away from her, he could see the pain and dullness that lay in her eyes. With a concerned look in his eyes, he quietly asked her, “Are you alright luv?”
With out even hesitating between blinking her eyelids, Buffy vaulted herself into his torso, as she grabbed him in a tight embrace, dragging him deeper into the alleyway. Slowing down, she rested her back against the cold stone masonite of the wall, and pulled him still into a tighter and deeper embrace. She roughly grabbed his face and drew his lips down to hers for a deep penetrating kiss. He didn’t resist the plunging of her tongue deep into the recesses of his mouth, as she ran her tongue along his, tasting his inner flesh. Caught up in the heat of the moment, he returned the exploration of her mouth with his own. They swirled around each other making the dance deeper, and more pleasurable.
Buffy withdrew on of her hand, and ran it down his back until it reached the band of his trousers of his scrubs. Leaning back deeper against the wall, she slipped her hand around to the front of the waistband. With out hesitation she cupped the obvious hardening flesh in her hand; she gently squeezed it in her palm, flattening her hand against it, as it rose in response. Running her hand up and down against it, encouraging it to harden even further.
Spike pulled his head away from the kiss they shared as he gasped, at the pleasure he felt rising within himself, and at the shock of her forwardness. Looking at the naked desire that had flooded into her eye’s he couldn’t help the loss of the containment of his yearning. He slammed her further into the wall, which increased the pressure of her hand against his cock. He engaged her once again in the kiss they had been sharing, as he slipped his hand between them, running it against the white coat she wore, pulling it from the rest of her clothing, down her skirt, until he reached the hem, and began pulling it up.
The fabric, began to rise up high against her thigh, until it reached her waistband, pushing his hand along it, until he reached her midline, he stopped as soon as he could feel the soft texture of her panties. He pulled his head away again, to watch her reaction as he placed his and over mound. He could feel the moisture that had already penetrated the fabric, she was soaked through. Continuing his journey, he ran a single digit along her slit covered by her panties, stopping any direct contact with her flesh. Buffy arched her head against the stone wall behind her, as he watched her she took small shallow gaps of pleasure, and he heard the quiet ‘please’ that came from her lips.
Running his hand back to the front of her again, his hand slipped in between the fabric and her flesh, as he tugged her panties down past her hips, letting them float down to her calves. With the barrier gone, he slipped his hand in between her folds, targeting her clit, he swirled his finger around it, feeling the skin tighten and rise in response, as all her blood raced to the centre of her pleasure. All her nerve endings began to fire in response to his touch, sending wave upon wave of pleasure into her being, she could feel her inner muscles begin to clamp against themselves in even deeper response. Her mind disconnected from the reality of the world around her, as she escaped in her world of pleasure, that she was discovering herself in.
Encouraged by her response to his caress, he moved further down into her inner recess, as he slipped a finger in and around her inner muscles, that were now clamping against themselves. Stroking the muscles, and driven deeper within them by the moisture that flooded around his finger. He was spurned on by her obvious pleasure, he inserted another finger to tease her. Pushing in as deeply as he could, only to discover more flesh to strum, he replaced his finger on her clit with his thumb, as he swirled it around her flesh, in time with the pulling motion of his fingers, as he moved them all over her inner flesh, not leaving a centimetre untouched.
Even caught in the high that he was giving her, she returned the given pleasure. Even though the look on her face, and soft cries of ‘please’ drew him deeper into what they were experiencing. She returned the soft strokes he was giving her, with her own. As she found the ties that held his scrubs to his lean hips, she pulled onto one of them until it gave way, and released the tension holding them up. She pulled the fabric down that covered his straining flesh, allowing it to burst forth, and stand against his scrub shirt. With a gentle hand, she felt the length of the ridged flesh against her hand, as she moved up the shaft to the head. Swirling her fingertips against the tip, she applied enough pressure to make him grasp, as she grazed a single fingernail across the tip, backwards and forwards, trying to concentrate enough as not to cause pleasure, not pain. She encased the width of him in her palm, and enclosed her fingers around him, as she began to run her hand up and down his shaft, in time with his own movements of his fingers within her flesh.
As Spike increased his pressure that he applied to her inner walls, Buffy slide her foot against his calf, and inner thigh, once she’d managed to get one leg out of her panties, until it rested on his hip. Opening herself up to his fingers, it allowed the angle of penetration to be deeper, which he took full advantage of, and immersed her deeper into the abyss they had created around themselves. Nothing existed except for the two of them, caught in the metal storm of their pleasure, as they abandoned themselves to it.
Spike could feel the increased pressure of her inner muscles as she stood over the edge, ready to let herself go. Encouraged by her flesh, he increased his pace and force of his touch, he could feel the moisture flood her as her body prepared itself for release.
“Come for me Luv.” Spike spoke quietly, “Come for me.”
Triggered by his words, she let herself go, as her muscles contracted within the frenzy he’d created, the spiralling waves of pleasure fired along her neurons, and exploded within her mind. Her abdominal muscles rippled and clench in response to her orgasm, as her muscle clamped over his fingers. She lost herself within those seconds of pure bliss, she felt it embrace her over the horror she had been holding onto within the E.R..
With a swift withdrawal of his hand, he braced her buttocks with his hands, raised her and slammed her down over his cock. Her muscles constricted even tighter around his length, as they continued to pulse within her orgasm. A look of shock filled her face, she was so caught in with the moment, that she hadn’t expected to find herself impaled along his length. Reality made its self-known to her, as the realization that she’d just abandoned everything that she was in this alley. This was something that she never would have done.
Fucking a virtual stranger in an alley.
A panic look filled Spike’s eyes as he watched all of this play out on her face, as their flesh joined them so intimately. He blinked quickly, and took some pressure away from her buttocks, as if ready to let her down. Despite her look of shock, Buffy didn’t want to let go of this oasis yet. She tightened her hold around his neck, as she began to leaver herself along his flesh, making slow and shallow gyrations of her hips, as she moved over him. She rode him so the very tip of him hit her cervix every time she moved downwards, it spiralled along her inner flesh as she rotated over him.
Spike could only watch her face, as she moved above him. The look of wonderment filled his face, as he saw her look of pleasure and contentment return, that had lay there a few minutes ago. She moved her hips in such a fashion that he could feel every inch of her, every contraction of her internal muscles, as she clutched and squeezed them together, giving him a sense of heightened pleasure. He began to thrust the best he could, considering the position they were in, he couldn’t get enough of her. With controlled movements of his hips, he slammed into her with hard deep thrusts, hitting the right spots within her walls, stimulating each nerve ending that he could find, spiralling her deeper into her bliss.
“So..nguh..fucking..good…nugh…so fucking…tight,” Spike slowed his thrusts down with each word he said, dragging out the time between each delicious dive into her, as he slide between her moist flesh.
“Please..” Buffy stumbled to find the words.
“Please what baby?” Spike looked into her eyes filled with yearning. “Please fuck me harder?” Spike returned to his hard quick lunges of flesh into hers. “Please fuck me slower?” He slowed down the propelling of his hips, as he slightly rotated them to spiral his cock along her inner walls. “Please make me come?” Spike changed tactics, and pushed her back as deeply as he could against the wall, leaving her front of her lower body exposed to him. He quickly moved his right hand into the exposed fleshed, separating the folds, and targeted her clit with his thumb, rubbing the sensitive flesh with the pad of his finger. Watched as she jerked with each pass of his thumb over the sensitive flesh, and the spasmodic clamping of her muscles around his cock.
Still wanting answer from her, he withdrew his hand from giving her anymore pleasure, thrusting himself deep inside of her and just stood still. The look of desperation on her face reflected how close she was to letting herself come, and the loss of her imamate pleasure. She tried to grind herself over his shaft to give herself some relief from the frustration that enveloped her, but he would have none of that. He gripped her hips with his hand, and held her still as he pushed himself even deeper within her, trapping her within the confines of his body. “Tell me,” Spike asked again, “Please what?”
“Bastard!”
“Bastard I maybe, but I’m the one you’re fucking sweetheart! That’s so tightly buried within you, that I can feel every bit of your sweet flesh around me, begging for release!” Showing what he meant but shallowing thrusting inside her, teasing her with a bit of paradise, and she knew it.
Buffy replied to his motions with sharp short intakes of breath, but it wasn’t enough, she wanted release and she wanted it now. She craved it, to feel the total liberation of herself, even if just for a few minutes, she could taste it, she craved it. So she gave him what he wanted.
“Make me come.”
“Little girl needs to say the magic word!”
Arching her away from him again, he returned his thumb back where it once lay and slowly stroked her clit again and in time with his words, “Ask me nicely and say the magic word.” With each stroke, he brought her closer to the edge, as he continued with the slow motion of his hips that slide him in and out of her body. Her muscle began their frantic clamouring around him, shooting wave of pleasure up his spine, drawing himself even closer to the edge.
Buffy watched as he clenched his teeth, as he struggled for control himself, his deep cheekbones twitched and she could feel him tighten his hold on her with his hands. He himself was close but not close enough, she could only guess how long he could drag this out, and prolong her pleasure. The idea that he could was so erotic that it pulled her even closer to the edge of the abyss that awaited her, but was denied too her by this man.
It was too much. She gave in to it.
“Please make me come.”
Her words triggered off something inside of him that released itself within him, as he shoved her against the wall, and began slamming into her in quick deep thrusts, as he returned his nimble hands back to her clit to make her journey to release quicker and more pleasurable for her. Releasing his hold on her, Buffy allowed herself to match him thrust for thrust, angling herself to take advantage of a more pleasurable angle, and apply pressure against the friction he was creating with his finger upon her clit. Sending shock wave after shockwave through her body, as it demanded to have release and reach it’s own nirvana.
Spike watched as her need for release peaked as he watched her approach the oncoming onslaught of her orgasm. He could feel her inner muscles contract and clamp over his flesh, and her moisture seep between them they began to collide against each other. He could feel himself loose the battle to hold himself back, to make sure that she attended her pleasure first, he increased the pressure he was applying to her body, both in his thrusts, and friction of his hand.
“Please baby…come for me..let go…”Spike whispered at her, as he watched her face distort in ecstasy, “Let yourself feel it.”
His words were enough to trigger her orgasm, spiralling her into the abyss she’d been seeking, the need to feel something, her desire swelled even deeper as she surrendered herself to the beckoning of her need. As the pleasure flooded every cell, triggered every neuron, she was granted peace for just a few moments, as the only thing that filled her mind was the blinding release she was experiencing blocking out everything else, even the man that gave her that pleasure.
He didn’t miss a beat of it, as he allowed himself the release he’d granted her, he watched as she allowed the moment of passion to take over her, and deny him the pleasure of knowing that she was focused on him as he came. That he was just the instrument that had brought her the solace she wanted, just a thing, his body gained it’s pleasure as he released himself with her flesh. Yet that was all he was granted, the physical released that he attained, he gained nothing but corporeal release. It was what is was, a fuck, pure and simple but he found it lacking, and in someway insulting that she couldn’t even share her final pleasure with him.
She’d locked him out.
Letting her legs, down he moved away from her, not looking at her, not even once as he pulled his cloths back together, tying his scrub pants, he could hear her deep slow breaths, but still he wouldn’t look at her. Taking out his cigarettes, he lit some and took a deep breath, letting the smoke fill his lungs, and flood the air around him as he exhaled. With some deep regret, he looked at her, as he turned around, and began walking out of the alley, not stopping or looking back.
Buffy watched as he returned to the shadows from which he’d come from, she closed her eyes as the first wave of regret hit her, and continued down to her very soul.
“I’m sorry.” He never heard her silent whisper, as it was drowned out by the sirens that still screamed around her.
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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.
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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