Finally, everyone was asleep. They no longer had to entertain or cook for twelve people. Spike flopped down on the couch. Buffy lay down with her head in Spike’s lap. He stroked her hair for a moment. She began to massage her temples to rid herself of the killer headache she had. Spike took over after a moment. The room was silent, but comfortably so. They didn’t need to talk. They were just happy being together. After a while, he picked her up and carried her to their room. She snuggled against his chest. He quietly opened and closed the door. He laid her on the bed and lit the candles that decorated their room.
Buffy’s eyes shone with love and trust. His own echoed the sentiment. She eagerly stripped. He did the same. He let out a small gasp. He was always struck by how beautiful she was. He wanted nothing more than to worship the body of his golden goddess and show her how much he loved her. That was what tonight was all about.
He gently pushed her back onto the bed when she made a move towards him. “Let me help you relax,” he purred in her ear. She immediately went lax and allowed him to fluff up the pillows behind her. He picked up one of her feet. He massaged all the tension out of it. Then he popped each toe into his mouth, one at a time. She moaned and her eyes closed. He did the same to her other foot. Then he massaged and kissed his way up each leg. He flipped her over onto her sotmach and began to rub the tension out of her muscles. She was making small noises of contentment. When he had finished, she rolled over onto her back and said, “I don’t think I could get up if the world was about to end this minuite.”
“Are you tried?” he said smiling wickedly, “Cause if that’s so made we should just go to sleep.” Before he had even finished, she pulled him on top of her body.
“It wouldn’t be very nice of you to get me all relaxed and aroused and then leave me wanting, would it?” she said softly. She nipped his ear.
“I guess it wouldn’t be very nice,” he said, “Then again, I’m an evil vampire.”
“You may be a vampire, but you’re not evil. Aren’t you the one who always says I need a little monster in my man?”
“I am evil,” he said. He teased her clit with the head of his cock. She groaned and tried to make him move closer to her aching hole. His fingertips tweaked her nipples hard. The pain/pleasure shot straight to her groin. Then he licked a trail down her body. His tongue swiped once at the sensitive undersides of her breasts. Then he circled his tongue around her bellybutton and dipped into it. She moaned. When he swiped her slit with his tongue, her hips shot off the bed. She buried her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to her. He teased her slit with his tongue. His hands were busy elsewhere. They were pinching, stroking, and caressing various parts of her body that, up until now, she hadn’t known were so sensitive. It felt like his hands were everywhere at once.
He skillfully brought her close to her climax. She was teetering on the brink of completion. She felt like her insides were on fire. He removed his tongue and hands from her body. She cried out at the loss. “Don’t worry,” he said softly, “Don’t I always take care of you?” He gently spread her arousal-stained thighs wider. He positioned himself at her entrance and, with agonizing slowness, slid into her. He had to keep a tight grasp on his control. It wouldn’t do for him to blow his load this soon, but holy fuck, she was always as tight as a virgin. He let her grow accustomed to his girth. She linked her legs around his neck. He slowly began thrusting into her.
She came, hard, within two thrusts and he could feel her body swiftly building up to another one. She grabbed him and pulled his lips to hers in a punishing kiss. He shuddered with pleasure when she ran her tongue over his hidden fangs. She could feel that he liked it, so she did it again. He pulled his mouth away from hers and lowered it to her aching breasts. He sucked on each one in turn. Her mouth was open. She threw her head back and forth as her insides began burning again. She writhed beneath him as that wonderful burning reached its peak. All of a sudden, she crested over. A wave of pleasure washed over her. He spilled his cool seed deep into her womb. He collapsed on top of her.
“Am I crushing you?” he asked.
“No,” she said kissing his mouth.
“Are you relaxed?”
“God, yes, but maybe you should relax me more,” she whispered.
“Maybe I should,” he purred in her ear.
~*~
Spike took in the delightful sight of his thoroughly ravished girlfriend. Her lips were puffed from kisses. Her hair was mussed and her breasts were sensitive after so much attention. Buffy was still running her fingers through his hair. She had released it from its gel confines a long time ago. “Why don’t you ever wear your hair like this?” she asked.
“It doesn’t go with the Big Bad image,” he replied.
“Well, I love your hair like this,” she said, “It reflects the man you really are instead of the Big Bad you try to be.”
“Take that back!” he said, but inwardly, he was pleased.
“No,” she said, “I won’t. You’re sweet and kind and you love with your whole heart.”
He smiled at her. Drusilla hadn’t bothered to get to know him at all. She was too busy trying to make him the demon she wanted him to be. He had spent 100 years hiding his piece of humanity. He was overjoyed that Buffy loved him enough to look past his ‘Big Bad’ persona. He pulled her to him and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth. He gently stroked her hair.
“I love you,” he said, “I don’t tell you enough.”
“Spike,” she said softly, “You tell me every five minutes.”
“It’s still not enough,” he said.
“I love you, too,” she said. She draped her leg over his and snuggled into his chest. Then they both drifted off to sleep.
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