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"Oh, there! Just like that! God, ye-ugh!"

He filled her just right, hitting all of her pleasure spots with mind-numbing accuracy.

And for the first time, in a long time, she felt helpless. He made her forget.

She clawed at his shoulders; legs tensed tightly around his slim hips as he held them apart and plunged relentlessly inside her writhing body. With every stroke, his pelvis bumped her clit and her thighs would part a little more, her cries would grow a little louder.

She was close, so close. Her legs pulled him in harder and faster. Her chest heaved as she grew light-headed and gasped for forgotten breaths. Her walls clamped down and spasmed impossibly tighter around his member, drenching him with her desire.

She felt a scream building up inside, his name on the very tip of her tongue. She swallowed it down.

It shouldn’t have been him. He was wrong.

She was wrong.

But for a just moment that didn’t matter, because—oh God, she was coming. That familiar burn in her womb taking over—

He stilled completely, looking down at her.

"This really is all I am to you, isn't it?" He asked on a broken whisper.

“What?” She blinked wildly, panting, her hips arching up for more.

Through her lust-hazed vision she saw something snap behind his eyes and she felt the vibrations of his growls as they rumbled in his chest. She whimpered as his desire pulsed inside her sensitive channel.

"Who's the only one who can make you feel like this?"

She bit her lip in spite, trying not to make a sound. God, she was wrong.

“Who!”

She cried out when he slammed inside roughly, grinding against her in a painfully slow and luxurious circle.

"Nughh!"

"Say it, Slayer!" Eyes glowering yellow, he did it again, thrusting slowly and deeply, denying her the speed and burning friction she needed. She bit the inside of her cheek, squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head away. She was convinced she wouldn’t give in, but when he lowered his forehead against her temple and whispered, “Please, Buffy.”

It was enough to push her completely over the edge.

"S-spike! God! Spike!"

That was the first time she’d said his name in the throes of ecstasy. And she never stopped.


"Oh, Spike," she rasped, hips rocking. "Spike, Spike. You. Only you."

Buffy replayed the last moments of her memory over and over again. She didn’t know what had driven her to find sanctuary in his make-shift bed down in the basement. She’d just wanted to find him, to spend some time with him. He hadn’t been there, but the familiar scent of his sheets awoke every single need and emotion she’d worked so hard to suppress. She’d wrapped herself up in them and now with slick fingers moving through her feminine folds and across her throbbing nub, she came with his name on her lips.

“William.”

Riddled with heartache, guilt and exhaustion, she pulled the sheets tighter around her and wept. She didn’t even notice when his name found its way out amongst her fitful sobs.

“Never thought I’d see you cry for me, luv.”

Her eyes flew open with a gasp and she sat up. “Spike! I’m s-sorry,” she stammered as her breaths hiccupped. “I didn’t mean to—I was looking f-for you and I—”

“It’s alright,” he said softly and moved a bit closer. He gave her a gentle smile when she moved uncertainly to give him some space on the bed beside her. He looked at her carefully. “You know, it’s only ever been you, pet.”

“I’m so sorry, Spike.”

They both knew she wasn’t referring to simply being in his bed.

He reached out to push a blonde lock behind her ear. “I’m sorry too.”

“I wish we could—”

“No. You know better than to go ‘bout makin’ wishes, luv.” He placed the pad of his thumb against her lips and watched entranced at the way they parted just slightly when he stroked her silken skin. The scent of her arousal filled his senses and he felt strangely content. “It’s okay, Buffy. You stay here tonight. Sleep well, Slayer.”

He secured the sheets around her, surprised when she reached for his hand.

“Spike, please...” She wouldn’t let him get away, not this time. “Don’t go.”

~

“Say it again?” he whispered into her hair. “Will you say my name again, Buffy?”

She smiled against his skin, knowing that his heightened vampire senses had heard her before he’d made himself known.

“William.”

Fin~




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