Lost in Time

Chapter 10

Elizabeth was pulled from a deep sleep as the raspy tongue of her lover slowly inched its way up her calf, around her knee, and then along her inner thigh. When it moved to slip between her inner folds, she forgot to breathe.

“Spike,” she fluttered, dazed by the sensations his tongue was eliciting as it slipped in and out of her core.

He paused mid-stroke, surprised at the name she had whispered – although it wasn’t the first time it had happened – and Elizabeth didn’t hesitate to reach down and grab his head, her fingers knotting in his hair as she urged him to move again. Over the past several hours, she had – at some point – lost all of her maidenly inhibitions. William had made sure of it, withholding his affections until she was practically begging him…no make that actually begging him to please her. And he had.

Over and over, he had brought her body to the brink of pleasure before throwing her headlong off the cliff into orgasm. Each time he seemed to go slower, his hands and mouth working over her frame as if seeing how much pleasure-filled torture her body would take. There was something about the way he made her practically cling to him as she found her own release, before taking his own pleasure that seemed strange. Almost as if he wouldn’t allow himself his own gratification until he was assured she was undone by the ecstasy he had created.

Only once her body had convulsed around his did he allow himself free reign, sometimes pounding into her body with a ruthlessness that thrilled her as much as it unnerved her. Other times, like now, he took her with a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes, his body slowly rocking in and out of hers as the slow deep thrusts swept her away on a tidal wave of feeling.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered entreatingly, not understanding why he had paused in the first place.

“Never, pet,” he murmured as he withdrew his tongue to lave her swollen nub.

Then he was sliding up over her body, into her waiting arms, once more taking them both to paradise.

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Spike slipped out of her bed sometime before dawn to return to his own chambers. His demon rebelled at the thought of leaving her side, but appearances had to be maintained. But, damn, he was so close to saying bugger it all and dragging her into his bed so that he could get some sleep.

He’d gotten used to her body’s heat, the warmth projecting onto his cool skin lulling him to sleep. Not that he’d ever known what sleeping next to a warm body felt like…he bloody well hadn’t done that when he’d been human. And, after he’d been turned, the only one he had actually physically slept with had been Dru. Unfortunately, she had the same lack of temperature he had.

Disgusted with himself at his need for her, he strode quickly from the room, determined – once again – to put the petite Slayer far from his mind.

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Buffy was surprised on waking to see the sun shining brightly in her room. She sat up abruptly, wondering if her maid had given up on waking her. She vaguely recalled hearing a soft voice calling her name before another, older voice had shushed the first one away.

She reached over and pulled the bell pull to ring for her servant. A few minutes later, her maid appeared.

“You’re up, I see. I would have woken you earlier, but that harridan of a housekeeper shooed me away, she did.”

“It’s fine, Heather. I must have been tired to sleep so late. Find something for me to wear, would you? Oh, and is Lord Thornton about?”

“I believe he’s in his study, miss.”

Elizabeth nodded and sunk back on her pillows as she waited for her maid to find her suitable clothing.

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Once properly attired, Elizabeth descended the stairs to make her way towards the dining room. She paused for a moment before the closed door of the study, her hand instinctively finding his mark upon her neck. Not wanting to be caught gazing off into space, she continued on her way.

In the dining room, she took a seat near the head of the table just as a servant appeared with a plate of food. Hating to eat alone, but resigning herself to it, she was just about to put a forkful of food in her mouth when she heard footsteps echoing down the long hallway. She paused, dropping her fork back to her plate, and looked up to see William leaning against the wall, his blue gaze raking over her form.

“Didn’t want to eat with me, pet?”

“I…uh…” she began as she rose gracefully to her feet. Behind her, she heard the servant move to set a place for him.

“I didn’t think you would be joining me, or I would have waited,” she stammered out, her head bowed in embarrassment at having to explain herself with a servant present.

Spike pushed himself away from the wall and crossed to the head of the table where a place was just being set for him. He paused beside her, reaching a hand out to cup her chin and raise her head to meet his gaze.

“I was just teasing, pet? Hasn’t anyone ever teased you before?”

A relieved smile graced her features as she assured him that she hadn’t ever been teased. Her parents were very prim and proper, and being an only child in the country where her family was the only landed gentry did not allow for interaction with other children.

“Well, we’ll have to work on that part of your education, won’t we?”

She nodded into his palm, the contact of his hand sliding back and forth along her jaw causing goose bumps to break out along her flesh. He removed his hand, and she immediately felt the loss of contact. Moving behind her, he assisted her back into her seat before moving to his own.

Together, the two ate in companionable silence. By some unspoken understanding, they hurried through the meal as fast as they could without drawing notice from the servant that lingered in the room to see to their needs. Both wanted to be away from the room, and out from the watchful eyes of William’s servants.

They didn’t bother with dessert, much to the dismay of the cook, who felt that her cooking suddenly wasn’t up to snuff. But, when she came out of her hallowed kitchens to ask if everything was ok, she noticed the look Lord William was giving his ward and quickly concluded their haste had nothing to do with her cooking. With a smile on her face, she returned to her domain to see about plans for the evening meal – apparently, Lady Elizabeth’s chaperone was arriving this evening and everything had to be “just so.”

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No sooner had Spike shut the door to his study, shielding them from the prying eyes of his servants, than he was on her. She’d driven him crazy, sitting there eating oh so daintily while every so often casting shy glances his way. But, her body told another story – he could hear her heart racing even as she sat there looking all innocent and pure. His demon had practically begged him to take her right there on the dining room table and to hell with the servants.

He spun her around, shoving her back against the bookcase lining one wall. He gave her a quick, hard kiss that left her leaning heavily against the shelf for support, her knees suddenly weak. It was over before Elizabeth had a chance to adjust to the onslaught. Spike dropped to his knees, quickly raising her voluminous skirts out of his way as he zeroed in on her sex.

He breathed deeply, inhaling her scent that was distinctly Slayer. He could smell his own scent on her as well, and he licked his lips in anticipation of the bounty he was about to taste. Then, he buried his nose in her curls as his tongue slipped out to lick the dampness seeping out of her core. Spike felt her knees buckle and used his hands to hold her steady as his tongue darted in and out her glistening folds.

Moments later he felt her orgasm sweep through her body, felt her legs start to quake right before her body bucked against his mouth. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming her release as her hands fisted in his hair, holding his head in place against her quivering quim. As if he planned on moving anytime soon…

When the last shudder finally died away, leaving behind a thoroughly sated – yet completely limp – Slayer, Spike stood and swept her up in his arm. He crossed the room and gently laid her on the chaise lounge.

Falling to his knees yet again, he grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him so that her hips reached the edge. He lifted her skirts, exposing her womanly curls to his gaze. He hurriedly undid the fastenings of his trousers, allowing his erection to spring free. Grabbing his cock, he leaned forward to position himself at her opening so that he could slide home. A quick thrust of his pelvis, and he was buried deep inside her velvety warmth.

Her legs came up around his hips of their own volition, and he couldn’t help the low moan that escaped his lips as his cock was able to delve deeper into her slick passage. He began to move, pulling himself almost all the way out of her channel before thrusting himself back into her depths with a hard, deep lunge. In and out, he repeated the motion, the head of his cock teasing her sweet spot.

He watched as her head thrashed from side to side, the pins holding her hair up sliding free, allowing her long locks to fan along the seat of the chaise behind her. She couldn’t reach him to hold him to her, so her hands were left to clench and unclench the cushion with each forward thrust. Then her head arched back exposing the lines of her neck as her climax swept through her body. His amber gaze remained pinned on the pulse beat at her neck as he grabbed her waist to hold her steady. As her inner muscles clamped down on his cock, he plunged repeatedly within her willing body until his own orgasm gripped him, releasing his spendings deep within her womb in strong shuddering bursts.

Completely sated, he collapsed on top of her, reveling in the feel of her arms as they cradled him close to her body. The rumbling in his chest took him completely by surprise, and damned if his demon wasn’t happy right where he was, nestled within the arms of the Slayer.

And darned if he wasn’t having thoughts of keeping her after they finally returned to their own time. Ignoring the possessiveness of that thought, he lay there for a few minutes before finally pulling out of her warm body and refastening himself inside his trousers. Gently, he eased her skirts down around her legs once more, rising so that he could settle her more comfortably on the chaise. She drifted off into sleep, lulled by the soft rumbling emanating from his chest.

Spike stood up and watched her for a moment before returning to the papers that were scattered about his desk. He had a lot of loose ends he needed to tie up around here before he could leave for London in two week’s time. Listening to the steady sounds of the Slayer’s deep breathing and slowing heartbeat, he immersed himself in paperwork until shortly before it was time for the Slayer’s chaperone to arrive.

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As he felt the impending sunset, Spike stood and walked over to the still-sleeping Slayer. Kneeling beside her, he trailed his hand along her jaw, smoothing the hair off her face. Even in sleep she yearned for his touch, leaning into his hand as he stroked his fingertips along her cheek.

“Pet? It’s time to wake up. Your chaperone is going to be here shortly, and I’m sure you want to get freshened up and changed for dinner,” he called out softly.

“Hmmmm…” she mumbled as she struggled to consciousness.

“Chaperone…going to be here soon,” he repeated.

As the words penetrated the fog that had settle around her brain, she sat up abruptly, the top of her head almost colliding with William’s chin.

“Oh…oh…I’ve got to go. I look a mess! I can’t believe you let me sleep so long. I’m never going to hear the end of it if I’m caught looking such a fright,” she wailed.

“Not if I have a bloody thing to say about it,” he mumbled under his breath.

She gave him a sharp look, not necessarily understanding his words, but knowing instinctively that they wouldn’t help her cause.

Spike assisted her to her feet, leading her to the door of his study.

“Take your time, I’m sure you’ve got a while yet before she shows. We’ll hold dinner until you’re presentable,” he told her, his trademark smirk in place there at the end of his commentary as he teased her.

“Oooohhhh…you!” Elizabeth flounced out of the room and, making sure no servants were about, lifted her skirts almost scandalously to her knees and quickly rushed down the hall and up the stairs.

Spike watched her go, a reluctant smile playing about his lips. She was cute when she was riled.

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