"The Subtle Notes In-Between"

Chapter 8

"Guh," was all he was able to mutter as Buffy's lips ran the length of his wound and his hips jerked upwards as she bit down hard at the juncture of his thigh and groin. His hands shot to her head and he fell back on the pillows, his eyes riveted to her pouting pink lips as they pressed tiny kisses along the crease of his thigh and headed towards his hard cock that rested on his heaving belly, twitching in anticipation of her warmth.

The sight of her full lips transfixed him as they pressed open-mouthed kisses up his length. Occasionally her tongue flickered out to trace the vein that ran along the underside. "Oh Christ in heaven, love, please," he rambled. Buffy shifted slightly, trying to ease the build up of arousal between her legs. He tasted so good and the sensation of silky hardness against her lips was a familiar, yet delicious one. She could feel her arousal trickling between her pussy lips and coating her inner thighs. She rubbed her legs together, trying to ease the pressure that was building up-- just from the taste of him and the way he reacted to every swipe of her tongue.

Spike gulped as he stared at her tongue. It flickered around the head of his cock, gathering up the precum. He panted through his gritted teeth. Spike’s jaw muscles worked as he tried to stop himself from pouncing on Buffy and kissing every inch of her delectable body. He could smell her excitement, the musky perfume of her arousal painted the air, and with every gasping breath of excitement he drew more into his lungs until he felt like that not only did she surround him but she was also inside him.

His view was for once unobstructed, her newly shorn head allowing him to watch every lick and kiss with no interruption. Yes he missed her locks, but she sacrificed her crowning glory for him, and he loved her for it. Going from her petulantly cutting her hair off to spite him, to sacrificing her vanity to save him. It was more than he ever dreamed of.

Spike's hooded eyes were filled with passion, darkening to a navy blue and he tipped his hips slightly, trying to encourage her back to his cockhead. Despite feeling like he'd been through the wringer, Spike's body recognised its mate and responded to her advances. His mind was rapidly following suit and regardless of feeling as weak as a kitten, Spike was determined. There was no way he wouldn't make love to his girl, and if it killed him then he'd go out a happy man.

Then his brain shut down.

'Christ she's making yummy noises.'

Buffy smiled as she swallowed him down to the root in one smooth motion. It had taken them a while to perfect this, but once they had she had been in heaven. She loved the full feeling in her throat and the taste of him...man, the taste of him was out of this world. She knew that the only way he was going to drink from her was if she drove him into a sexual frenzy and then she would strike. Catching him unawares with his demon in control, it was the only way she knew to get a vamp to drink. With Angel she’d hit him over and over with a pot to get him to drink. But with Spike she knew if she pressed the right buttons he’d be putty in her hands.

Buffy hummed lightly as she bobbed her head up and down, the vibrations causing Spike to throw his head back and hiss in delight. His fingers tightened on the sheet and his knuckles turned white. "Mmm, ohhh god. I love feeling your mouth on me, missed you so much. That hot lil’gob of yours is pure sin… I missed it so much, Slayer, Buffy, love don't stop," Spike begged as he felt her little tongue circle the crest and dip into the slit. His legs shook and Spike's mouth dried up, he looked down and gasped at the sight of her hazel eyes staring lovingly up at him as she gave the head of his cock tiny little kitten licks. Her hazel eyes were glittering with passion and lust.

Buffy took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking and wriggling her tongue in the slit again, determined to provoke his demon into coming out to play. She stared fixedly up at his face, never breaking eye contact. She had learned from past experience that he loved it when she looked up while giving him a blowjob. Slowly she slid one hand down between his legs and stroked the underside of his balls, cupping them in her hand she began to gently squeeze them in time with each lick and nip she gave to his twitching erection.

With a happy sigh she pushed her lips over the head and held him loosely in her teeth, all the while massaging his balls. Buffy could feel them slowly pulling up tight against his body. A precursor to him erupting in her eager mouth and coating her throat with his spendings, something she had never liked until Spike. Riley had begged her so many times, but something had stopped her.
But with Spike, she loved it. Deciding to up the ante she slid her mouth down, taking most of him in. The head bumped against the back of her throat and she swallowed hard, knowing how much he loved the feeling of her throat constricting on him. There was a strangled noise that emanated from Spike that sounded suspiciously like a squeak. Buffy grinned at the noise; he was so responsive towards her. Buffy bobbed up and down a few times, then pulled her mouth away. Spike groaned.

His eyes flickered amber and then swirled with golden sparks of colour as his face shifted and his fangs dropped. "Stop frigging teasing me you rotten, heavenly, evil, delicious minx." He growled around his fangs and shifted on the bed, thrusting his hips up towards her mouth. His mouth was open as he panted unnecessarily. Buffy cocked an eyebrow at him and then pursed her lips and blew a cool stream of air on the head, causing him to whimper. She curled her fingers and gently scratched the skin that was hidden behind his balls; she pushed down and watched as his cock jerked. Spike purred and growled at her as his senses were overwhelming his higher brain functions and her teasing had robbed him of the ability to speak.
Listening to the stream of babble pouring from her vampire’s mouth, Buffy giggled. She loved that he responded to her so much. The sweet noise of her laughter pulled Spike’s gaze back to her. He tried to smile but just as he parted his lips, Buffy’s mouth descended on his cock. With a long drawn out lick from base to tip she coated him with her saliva.

“Hungh…” was all he was able to produce from his bone-dry mouth and Spike’s head dropped back as she nudged his balls with her lips. Buffy’s hands were splayed on his inner thighs, forcing his legs further apart. Spike shifted on the bed to accommodate her and then winced. “Ow,” he hissed as the wound on his thigh opened slightly.

Buffy froze mid lick at the admission of pain from his dry lips. Her eyes narrowed as she sat up and pulled his legs together to ease the strain on his wound. She straddled his knees and gently rubbed around the wounded area ignoring his twitching shaft, trying to suppress the guilt that was pouring into her heart.

“Don’t’ stop, please,” he groaned at the loss of her tongue.

“Spike, please drink from me, it’ll heal you and then we can…”

“Love don’t…”

Determination coloured her features. Buffy slide up his thighs until she was kneeling over his groin. His cock lurched towards her heat as if it recognised home. She raked her sharp nails over his stomach, watching as the muscles twitched and rippled under her hands. The determined girl leant forward and wrapped her lips around one of his flat nipples and sucked hard. Spike’s eyes shot open at the sensation and he looked down his chest at her bent head.

His lax hands lay at his side and when his girl pushed back slightly, letting his cockhead nestle between her soaked nether lips, his fingers shot up and curled around her waist. Steadying her against his body and slowly moving them in a gentle rocking motion so that the tip of his erection nudged in and out of her grasping opening, titillating them both, with the promises of what was to come.

Never in all his wildest dreams since his resurrection from the fires of the Hellmouth had Spike anticipated this. He had dreamt of seeing her again, but to have her hot willing body coiled around him and oh god, her lips… is she trying to mark me?

His hand slid up her body until his fingers were combing through her short locks, gently encouraging her to suckle on his now hard nipples. A wave of goosebumps erupted over his muscled torso as her teeth scrapped over one erect nipple. Buffy moved from one pink nub to the other, nipping and kissing his chest as she travelled across it. She could hear Spike panting and crooning nonsensical words of encouragement and love, and she grinned as he was getting close to losing control.

Buffy was ready to pounce. In one smooth movement she lifted herself off the tip of his cock, and then when he whimpered in protest, Buffy slammed down on him. Spike’s eyes shot open at the sensation of her liquid warmth surrounding him for the first time in years.

“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise. Her inner muscles strained to accommodate his cock. She had been alone for too long and to finally have Spike in her depths again was a painful but erotic feeling. She also felt complete for the first time in her life; it was as if everything she had experienced and suffered through had lead to this moment of joining.

“God Slayer. Buffy. Oh god love, you are going to kill me,” Spike cried out. His hands spanned her slender waist, guiding her movements as she began to move slowly up and down, rolling her hips slightly and rocking forward with each downward stroke. She pressed her breasts hard against his chest and Spike groaned as the hard tips brushed against his skin.

Buffy wriggled around and sat up, pulled out of his embrace and gave him a saucy smile. Spike was too lost in the sensation of being in her scorching depths to see the minxy look she had shot at him. Her full lips curled up at the corners as she teasingly tweaked his still wet nipples and gyrated her hips first in an anticlockwise direction for a moment, before switching and rotating in a clockwise direction. From past experience she knew that this would make him vamp out and start with the yummy growlies that made her entire body vibrate.

“Grrr argh…”

Buffy smiled. There he was, all fang faced and lust hazed, perfect and all hers. A drop of sweat ran down between her bobbing breasts and slid down to the nest of brown curls where they were joined. Buffy could feel her juices trickling out of her, coating his cock and mingling in the coarse curls as she rode him into submission. She was not putting up with ‘Mr. I won’t drink from you cos I wanna prove I’m not Angel and can have some self discipline’ anymore, he needed her blood and she needed his bite.

She’d done it for Angel all those years ago and she would do it for her soulmate, even if she had to torture him with her body to do it. Spike watched as her breasts bobbed up and down. The pale skin where her bikini top had covered while she sunbathed was a startling contrast to the warm gold of her body. Unable to resist, he reached up and cupped the two tantalising mounds in the palms of his large hands. They fit perfectly-- as if they were made just for him. He squeezed her nipples gently, then with increasing pressure as she arched into his hands.

Spike was in nirvana; he was home, embedded deep inside his Golden girl and being loved. He could feel his fangs cutting into his lower lip as he bit down to stop himself from howling at the top of his lungs. He wanted the world to know that he was back in Buffy’s arms, her bed, in her body and that she was all his. Ignoring the pain in his back, he sat up and latched onto one of the pale pink nipples that he had been squeezing and began to lave it with his tongue. He deliberately avoided nipping at her with his fangs, not wanting to hurt her. The blood on his lips from where he had bitten himself smeared around her aereola anointing her as his.

Buffy clasped his head to her breast and held her breath as she continued to grind her hips. Her body had finally become accustomed to his girth after so long, and she could feel every bump and vein on Spike’s cock as it stabbed into her over and over. She wanted more. Buffy couldn’t name what it was she was straining for; she wanted all of him, warts, lumpies and all. No more being on her own and crying over him night after night. Angel may have been her first love, but Spike was her true love, the one she wanted to be with for the rest of her life.

Slipping her hand under his chin, Buffy reluctantly pulled his lips away from her straining nipple and then cupped his face in her hands as she stared deep into his lust glazed golden eyes, her hips never missing a beat. Spike’s hands now rested on her pert buttocks and were caressing the soft globes as he let her strangle his cock in her silken pulsating depths. He smiled at her around his fangs, unaware of her devious plan to heal him.

“Love you, Spike,” she whispered and then placed a ridiculously chaste kiss on the tip of his scrunched up nose. She tightened her knees against his sides and then without any preamble pulled his head to one side, revealing his pale throat and sank her teeth into his skin with a growl.

“What are you…no…Buffy…” Spike roared as his cock spasmed in her churning depths. The heat from her was scalding. He felt like his skin on his cock was going to burn off. But the sensation of her small teeth tearing into his skin, into his throat and her whispered words of love were his undoing. Tears fell from his eyes unchecked as he tried to pull her closer to him. He felt his spine fuse with ecstasy as she tore through his skin in the exact same spot that Dru had turned him all those years ago. His eyes shot open when he heard her mumbled claim.

“Mine.” And with that single word from Buffy, he succumbed. Spike’s heart filled with even more love for the tiny woman who had just for all intents and purposes married him, fulfilling a long suppressed desire. His fangs twitched and then he sank them into her warm throat and purred with contentment as her powerful blood flooded his mouth.

“Yours…always yours, never been anyone else. All that I am is yours.” Spike whispered.

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