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Chapter 8 ~ Becoming 2, part 2
Spike awoke to the feel of a soft, warm hand sliding down his bare chest that stopped only when it reached the covers at his waist. He sensed her eyes on him, checking for signs of waking and held himself still, anticipating what she would do next. They had danced around their attraction for weeks now and his body was practically humming with desire.
He felt her tentative fingers as they moved the sheet downward, toying with the top button he had undone to allow for a bit of comfort. Spike found that willing his body not to react was a losing battle. His arms ached to wrap around her, his lips throbbed in need to touch her skin, and his cock strained against the denim, screaming to be released. Still, he waited. He didn’t want to frighten her off and he damn sure didn’t want her exploration to end anytime soon, so he held off and waited for her next move.
His resolve was sorely tested when her hand eased beneath the sheet and traveled the length of his zipper, softly caressing his erection and cupping it gently before dragging lazy fingers back up his muscled abs.
She leaned in closer and he felt her hair brush across his chest. Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered, “I know you’re awake, Spike.”
“Is that right? And how did you know I was awake, luv?” He opened one eye to see her smiling down at him.
“You stopped breathing, silly.”
“And just what would you have done if I didn’t wake up?”
“Hmm. Maybe something like…this,” she said, lowering her mouth and flicking his nipple with her tongue.
His gasp gave away his surprise at her action; with all their teasing he hadn’t expected her to actually make the first move. “You’re playing with fire, luv. You shouldn’t start something you’re not prepared to finish.”
“I’m prepared, Spike. I’ve very prepared. Just call me Preparedness Girl.”
“Right and the fact that you’re babbling like a scared virgin is showing how ready you are.” He gently lifted her hand from his chest and made as if to get out of the bed. He stopped when that same strong little hand wrapped around his bicep.
“I’m not scared, Spike. Maybe a little nervous, yes, but not scared. This has been building for weeks. Hell, since the first time I saw you, death threats and all. I’ve never been more sure of something in my life. I wasn’t even this sure with Angel. I want this…whatever it is, and if this is all we can have, then I don’t want to waste a second of it.”
“Buffy, I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret later.” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “And I’m definitely not a replacement for the poof.”
“No regrets, Spike,” she assured cupping his cheek. “Absolutely no regrets for what we do here, I promise. As for replacing Angel, I don’t want you to think like that. You could never be anyone’s replacement, Spike. In fact, aside from the whole vampire thing, I don’t think anyone could be more different than the two of you.”
His jaw clenched, “I’ve been his replacement since I was turned. Just something to occupy her time while daddy was busy, and then later when he got the soul and left for good.” He wanted badly to pace but her hands on him stopped his movements. Only his fear of hurting her feelings kept him from jerking away from her touch.
“Don’t,” she replied heatedly. “I don’t compare you to him, so don’t you dare compare me to her. I’m not Drusilla, Spike. Is that why you want me, because you can’t have her?”
He was obviously horrified by her assumptions. “Wha? No! Of course not. I wanted you since the first time I saw you, dancing at the Bronze and driving all the little boys crazy.”
“And I want you, so why is it wrong?” Moving closer, she tried to reason with the blond vampire. “Even if Angel was still here, it wouldn’t have worked. There’s too much badness down that road to make me want to sail that ship again, and it wasn’t Angel kissage I’ve been dreaming about for weeks and-”
“Buffy, luv?” he chuckled softly. She really was adorable like this.
“What?” she asked, pouting because she thought he was laughing at her.
Spike grinned as he pulled her to him, “You’re babbling again, and what‘s this about you dreaming about me?”
She blushed brightly at her slip-up. “Well, I said I was nervous. It’s not everyday I find myself trying to proposition a man into my bed.”
“Since you put it that way, how can I resist?”
Tilting her head back to look into his eyes, she asked, “Spike? Can you just shut up and kiss me now?”
“I think I can do that.”
Their lips meet in a soft caress, gliding against each other and renewing memories of tastes and texture. Buffy slipped her arms around his neck, her fingers diving into his sleep tousled curls.
Spike growled when she nipped at his lower lip. Dropping back onto the bed, he dragged her with him until she was draped across his lap. The desire that he had tried so hard to suppress overflowed and he fought hard to keep control.
Breaking away from her mouth, his lips moved with deliberately slowness down her arched throat, suckling at her skin like a man starved. Leaving faint red line to show his trail from the hard pulling of his mouth, he reveled in the small marks that showed the world that- if only for a time- she belonged to him. He wanted to mark her as his, to make a permanent claim on her tiny body, but knew could never take advantage of her inexperience.
He didn’t know what her plans were. He knew she’d want to return to her home eventually, but had no clue what her thoughts about his place in her life where. He feared that she would turn him away after their brief encounter but his biggest fear was that he wouldn’t be able to leave, not after tonight.
When her shirt impeded his exploration, he grasped the hem and pulled it quickly over her head. Her pert breasts were framed in white lace with her hardened nipples straining against the fabric. His eyes roved her body greedily, measuring reality against fantasy and finding that fantasy was sorely lacking.
His prolonged stare was beginning to make her self conscious. Did he change his mind? Did he not find her desirable? Insecurity filled her and she moved to cross her arms to shield her body.
He caught her halfway, bringing her arms back down to her sides. His lust darkened eyes finally lifted to meet her embarrassed look as he expertly opened the front clasp of her bra and slid it from her shoulders. “No hiding. You’re bloody perfect, kitten.”
She ducked her head shyly. Her one night with Angel had done little to prepare her for tonight. Open appraisal and lustful whispers hadn’t been part of the part of that dark and disastrous night. It had been filled instead with bashful glances and awkward silences.
She was growing more anxious. She could feel the hardness of his cock beneath her ass and began to squirm slightly before he reached out cupping her chin and forcing her to look at him.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, pet. We can go at your pace,” he assured her.
“I’m fine, just a little nervous. I want to do this, I want to be with you but I’ve only done this once before and it wasn’t the most pleasant experience, both during and after.”
“I promise you pet. This time will be more than bloody pleasant. It‘ll be orgasmic.” His sexy leer made her rub her legs together as she felt the dampness in her panties.
“Pretty sure of yourself, there, aren’t you?” she teased knowing full well his ability to turn her legs to jelly with a single kiss.
“I’m incredibly full of myself and with any luck, soon you will be too.” he smirked as he tossed her onto the bed, hoping to put her in a less serious and more playful mood. He doubted she had much enjoyment in her one experience with the poof and wanted her to have fond memories of their first time together. He laughed at her outrage shriek as he pounced and pinned her struggling body down.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” she cried out through her laughter.
“Wha? It’s the truth and soon you’ll be begging me for it.”
“Begging? I don’t beg.” She tried to be serious but his waggling eyebrows made it difficult to keep a straight face.
“Is that right? Well have to see about that,” his eyes narrowed dangerously as he began to move down her body placing wet kisses along the way.
Sighing, she watched him suck her pert nipple into his mouth. He smiled against her skin when he heard her throaty moan.
She reached her hands down and buried them in his hair, groaning as he licked a line down her stomach. Circling her bellybutton he stuck out his tongue he dipped it teasingly earning him a giggle.
Reaching her jeans, he deftly undid the clasp, sliding them down quickly, his eyes devouring her golden body every inch of the way. He paused to take in the glorious sight of his naked slayer spread before him before once again resuming his worshipful attentions to her body.
He moved past her center, ignoring her disappointed sounds, stopping at her knees. He took his time kissing and licking his way back up her body. She squirmed beneath him desperate for something, not knowing what it was, but knowing whatever it was her body was instinctively craving he hadn’t done it yet.
She gave a loud gasp, her head and shoulders jerked off the bed when he ran his tongue along her slit. He wrapped one hand around her thigh bending it slightly while using the other to press her upper body back down to the soft pillows. “Easy, pet. Just relax.”
Her breathy moans were all the noise in the room as he continued his exploration of her body. Nuzzling her silken folds his tongue lapped at the juices flowing freely. Her excitement and scent filled him and he fought back the urge to plunge into her body, to feel the warmth surround him that instant.
He lowered the hand holding her down. Gently he slipped in one cautious finger, groaning against her as the heat from her core seemed to burn into his skin. “Bleedin’ hell, you’re like an inferno, luv. Burning for me, just for me,” he murmured against her. He added another finger stretching her, readying her for him.
She arched her back, crying out, “Oh, God. Spike!”
He chuckled, the movement vibrating against her. “Not exactly God, sweetness,” he said stilling his movements.
Shaking her head at his teasing, she pouted. “You stopped. Why did you stop?”
His evil smirk was in full force. “Just waiting pet.”
“Waiting for what?” she demanded in frustration.
“For you to beg of course,” he ducked his head when he saw her indignant look and began to nip at her skin along her thigh.
Gasping at the sensation of his love bites over sensitized skin, she asked, “You’re kidding right?”
He schooled his face in a serious expression before lifting his head and replying, “Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“Spike if you think I’m gonna…Oh, God!” she cried out when he nipped gently at her clit.
“What was that slayer?”
“Please, Spike. Please.”
He couldn’t hold back any longer, their dance of mutual attraction had gone on too long as it was. He moved back up quickly, his hand cupping her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple as he hungrily devoured the other. Her body arched into his as he continued suckling her. She wrapped a leg around his hip trying to draw him closer.
He positioned himself over her before whispering, “Are you sure pet?”
She looked up to find him observing her, searching for signs of doubt or fear, but she knew there were none to find. Her hands gripped his waist and she pulled him down, his cock pressing at her slick opening. Their lips meet with crushing intensity. Her lip split slightly under the force and his tongue flicked out to capture the small trace of her blood.
He tried to ease in gently, to take his time and allow her to adjust but she was having no part of it. Still holding his hips, she dug in her fingers hard enough to bruise before using slayer strength to force him in deeper, gasping for breath when he was fully embedded within her.
Their foreheads rested together as they both struggled for air, even though his was unneeded. He felt her inner muscles ripple around him and he swore between clenched teeth, “Bloody hell, pet. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
She panted as he began to move above her and reached out to pinch his hardened nipple. “But you’re already dead.”
“Alright, you’re gonna make me dust, is that better?” he asked pausing his rhythm.
Her heart ached with the idea of him no longer being around. “No dusting until I’m done with you.” She hoped her teasing words covered her seriousness.
“Is that right? Then maybe I should make it where you never want to be done with me.” He cringed even as the words slipped out, hiding behind a smirking façade. He hoped that she would come to care for him as much as he had come to care for her, but didn’t want take the risk of another heartbreak. Deep inside he feared that this was just a brief interlude for her, something to distract herself from the pain.
I already do, she thought as she fought back tears, not wanting him to see. I don’t want you to leave. Ever. She bit back the words not wanting to scare him away. “There you go all full of yourself again,” she tossed out instead. God you’re such a coward.
He pulled back only to push back into her swiftly making her moan harshly, “I think we’ve already had this talk, luv.”
“Less talk, more action,” she demanded lifting herself to meet his powerful thrusts. His mouth moved around her neck, nibbling gently in contrast to his harsh movements. Her fingers dug into his flesh as she felt her release build.
He felt as her walls began to tremble and whispered hoarsely, “Come for me, pet.”
“Spike,” she cried out as the intense sensations washed over her. The waves continued to crash around her as his thrusts came faster.
He could feel his impending release, could feel her wet heat as it vibrated around him, could feel her labored breathing on his neck as she tried to regain her voice.
He heard her whisper his name in awe and he roared in completion, her simple gesture his undoing. They clung to each other tight, both fearing that their time together would be painfully short.
He propped himself on his elbows, still buried inside her, unwilling to give up the feeling until he absolutely had to. He brushed her dampened hair from her face and wiped away the few stray tears that fell despite her efforts to hold them back.
“Are you alright, luv?” he asked concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
She took his hand and kissed it tenderly. “No, Spike you didn’t hurt me.”
He reluctantly slid from her body, moving to the side and pulled her against him. He kissed her softly on the lips before placing small kisses where the tracks of her tears remained.
“Can you just hold me?” she whispered.
He smiled and tightened his arms around her. He waited until her breathing evened out and her soft snores were the only sound in the room before replying.
“I’d hold you forever, kitten.”
*****
“You know I have to go back right?”
He was startled by her words coming out of the blue like that. They had been at the motel for over a day and were cuddled up and relaxed watching the crappy old television in their motel room when she had broken the silence. “You mean back to Sunnyhell?”
She refused to meet his gaze, afraid that she could look into his blue eyes and beg him to take her far away from her life, her problems, and her chosen destiny. “Yeah. I mean; I can’t just leave mom and the gang wondering what happened and I can’t leave the Hellmouth unprotected. If something happened to my mom because I wasn’t there-”
Her rushed words were cut off by his finger pressing against her lips. “It’s alright, pet. I didn’t think this was anything more than a short getaway. I knew you’d wanna go back, I just didn’t know when you’d be ready.”
She raised worried eyes to his, afraid that their time together would be over much faster than she had thought. “I don’t mean tonight. Maybe tomorrow night…or the next night. I just don’t want to stay away too long. It‘s usually quiet for a couple of weeks after any big apocalypse, but things will pick back up. I wonder why that is.”
He smiled at her rambling musings, “I’m sure most of them skip town. You’ll find that most demons may be evil but they’re still sane enough to know that ending the world is a pretty dumb thing to do.”
Lowering her voice she finally asked the question she had worried about since leaving Sunnydale, “What about you? What will you do?”
He watched her in silence for a moment, unsure if he was ready to lay all his cards on the table but he had always been terrible at the waiting game and she had given him the perfect opening. “Well, pet I guess that’s up to you.”
“Huh?”
He chuckled at her confused expression, “I thought I might stick around for a bit, I’ve got nowhere else I need to be right now.” He rushed to add, “If you’d rather I didn’t, that’s fine too. Just let me know and I’ll disappear. It’s whatever you think is best.”
“Spike?” she whispered.
He couldn't seem to make himself meet her gaze. “Yeah?”
She continued softly, “I’d like it very much if you stayed.”
“Yeah?” He looked over at her finally, giving a shy smile.
“Yeah.” Returning his grin, she reached out to take his hand.
His expression turned serious once more and he had to ask the question burning in his mind. “In what capacity? Slay buddy? Friend? Arm candy?” He gave a sexy sneer at the last option.
Her eyes burned into his as she answered solemnly, “What if I said all of the above?”
He released the breath he didn‘t need but had held nonetheless. “I’d say that sounds like a right fine idea, but what are you’re mates gonna say about your new boy toy?”
She snuggled in closer before answering, “Would it be totally horrible to say I don’t really care? All I care about is that you want to stay. I need you here. I want you here. I think we could have something great if we just give it a shot.”
“Sounds like music to my ears, kitten.” He leaned in to gently press his lips to hers before quickly becoming more urgent.
The Hellmouth would just have to wait a bit longer.
TBC...
Author's note: Okay, there it is, my first pRony type smut, hope I didn't do too badly. *goes to hide in a hole* |
