Enigma

 

do we know how to get the message across
we turn the lights off to find our way out


Their dance was legendary.  He’d always known that it would be.  From the first time he’d seen her swaying to the music’s beat inside the Bronze, he knew they were like two halves, just waiting to be made whole.  Yeah, so she thought that his Grand-Sire was the love of her life.  And, for her, maybe he could have been.  But, his Grand-Sire’s demon would never reciprocate her feelings.  Angel could never love her like he could, and did.

They hadn’t reached the “declaring your feelings” stage of their relationship.  Truth be told, right now, they did nothing more than fuck each other senseless.  Figuratively and literally.  But, he could wait.  For now, he’d just enjoy the warmth of her body as it enveloped his cock.  His body would express the depth of his feelings for her.



no time to get through to grasp what was lost
don't turn the lights off and leave me in the dark


She had done it again.  Took off like a thief in the night while he slept, sated from another round of fucking.  Damn her!  Frustrated, he shoved the covers off of his naked body and got out of bed, slipping on his jeans before making his way to the upper level of the crypt for some blood.



hey i'm pleading, my soul is bleeding

Once Spike had one hunger appeased, the other came rushing to the fore.  Letting his demon spring forth, he went on a rampage in his crypt.  He’d later regret taking his anger out on his own stuff, but he was pissed off and a violent outburst was just what he needed at that moment to calm down.  Damn her!  Why did she keep doing this to him?  Soulless demon, true.  But, he was trying to be a better man for her.  What more did he have to do to prove himself to her? 

He had just finished sending a chair crashing into a crypt wall when he felt her.  The slayer was close.  Probably right outside the door.  Sure enough, the door sprang open to reveal her.  She didn’t say anything to him; just started stripping as she made her way over to him.



i don't wanna be left alone, not when i'm right next to you

Spike tried to resist her, he really did.  But, the sight of her naked body was more than his tortured eyes could bear, and he reached out his hand to lightly caress her bare arm.  She didn’t want tender, she never did.  Apparently, she felt she wasn’t good enough for it.  Or, that he wasn’t.  Fuck it.  Rough it was.

Gripping her bare upper arms, he swung her around and slammed her back against the wall.  She never uttered a sound at the pain as her bare back crashed into the inner wall of the crypt.  She just looked at him with blank eyes as he unbuckled his belt, lowering the zipper on his jeans and pushing them down around his hips just enough for his cock to spring free.  Not wanting to look at her vacant stare, he turned her around. Her hands splayed out on the wall and she jutted her ass out invitingly. He used one hand to hold her in place while the other wrapped around his length to guide it to her damp passage.  With one quick thrust, he was buried inside her warm channel.  A soundless groan escaped him as she shifted to accommodate him.

With both hands on her hips, he pounded into her body, attempting to exorcise the thoughts in his mind.  Soulless demon.  Don’t know how to love.  You’re beneath me.  For once, he thought only of himself, his own pleasure, as he drove into her.  His demon raged that this slip of a girl could so torment him.  He didn’t last long.  Even as he cursed her for making him feel this way, he couldn’t get enough of her.  With a groan, his orgasm washed over him.

He didn’t allow himself to touch her, slipping soundlessly from her body, and refastening his jeans around his hips.  He left her there unsatisfied – if the stiff way she held her body was any indication – and panting against the wall.  If she wanted someone to just fuck her, he could accommodate.  It killed him to walk away, but he did, moving towards the hole that allowed him to retreat to the lower level.  Maybe now she’d realize that there could be more to what they had.  That there already was.

She didn’t come after him.  He heard her as she slowly dressed and left the crypt.  Spike sat by his bed the rest of the day, refusing to sleep in it, anguished over what he had done.



what are you thinking?
it's so misleading
is it not for me to know?
i think its just hard for you to show


She avoided him for a week.  When she finally showed up, no mention was made of the last time she had been there.  Spike, for his part, did everything in his power to make it up to her.  He denied himself release until she had screamed his name in ecstasy several times as her multiple orgasms rushed through her body.  Only then did he allow himself to finally join her.



we never spoke in no words that we want
we turn the lights off to find our way out


The slayer did something unexpected that night.  She stayed for a while.  Not long, mind you.  Just a little bit.  She didn’t let him hold her, but she remained in the bed with him.  Neither spoke, each lost in their own thoughts.  Before she got out of bed, she leaned over and lightly brushed her lips across his – once, twice.



we never choose to keep what we've got
don't turn the lights off and leave me in the dark


Wrapping his arms around her to keep her in place, his blue eyes locked with hers.

“Don’t go.”  The words left his lips unintentionally.  She closed her eyes against the need burning within their depths.  Biting her bottom lip with her teeth, she just nodded.

Relief rushed through his body.  She was going to stay with him.  He was so ecstatic, he crushed her petite frame to his, using his body to convey his joy at her decision.  Realizing he was probably hurting her, he eased off a bit.  Raising his head from the pillow, he cupped her face with both of his hands and leaned up to softly kiss her lips.  His tenderness had turned her bones to mush and her body collapsed on top of his chest.

Spike continued to cup her face as his tongue darted out to trace the outline of her lips before he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and lightly nibbled on it.  Her moan produced an answering one from him.  As her mouth opened, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, caressing the inner recesses of her mouth before stroking her tongue with his.  Minutes passed and Spike continued to kiss her with a gentleness she had never allowed before. 

Their kisses re-ignited their passion, but this time they took things slow.  Rolling over so that Buffy lay beneath him, Spike continued to rain down kisses upon her lips.  Finally, he broke away to run his tongue down her neck, nipping lightly with blunt teeth at the veins pumping wildly beneath her skin. 

Down her collarbone, between her breasts, his tongue journeyed down her body.  Spying her distended nipples, his tongue made lazy circles around one before enveloping the pointed peak in his mouth.  His hand cupped and caressed her other breast; his thumb brushing back and forth over the nipple causing it to harden as well.

As his mouth settled on one of her nipples, Buffy softly whispered his name.  The things his tongue was doing were driving her mad.  Each pass of his tongue across her nipple shot sparks racing through her body, until it resonated in a dull throbbing between her legs. Realizing that she was close, he removed his mouth from her breast and slid up her body.

Positioning himself at her opening, he slid into her welcoming folds, his entry slow and tortuous.  Buffy was ready to pull out her hair in frustration at his unhurried invasion.  Once his cock was buried to the hilt, he pulled out of her until only the head remained before he once again eased his way inside. His slow lovemaking was blissfully tormenting, in a way.  But, she was helpless to stop him, caught up in the feel of his gentleness.

Soon, even the pace was too excruciating for him, and he increased the speed of his thrusts.  Before long, hips smacking and the occasional moan or groan were the only things heard in the lower level of the crypt.  Her orgasm took her completely by surprise, bursting over her with all the subtlety of a freight train.  As her inner muscles stroked his length, Spike joined her in her headlong trip to oblivion.



i thought it would be nice, to lie down and close my eyes
it never occurred to me that I am already asleep


Spike woke up alone.  The damp sheets were tangled around his hips.  It had been a dream, just a fucking dream.  He should have known. 



i don't wanna be left alone
no one wants to be left alone



** Enigma ~ Lyrics by Trapt

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