Beneath Me
Written by: Andrea
Summary: Spike helps Buffy deal with Riley's departure.
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belong to Joss Whedon, 20th century Fox, Mutant Enemy, and SandDoller. I am
simply barrowing the characters for a little bit. please do not sue me.
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The sobs seemed to never stop; She cried so hard it hurt.
"Why do I keep getting hurt like this?" She said to no one in
particular between sobs. Buffy wiped the hot tears from her face, as she looked
up at the bright full moon. "I wonder if he is thinking about me..."
She said again to herself. She didn't know how long she had been sitting their
in the graveyard. She was supposed to be patrolling, but her heart just wasn't
in it. Her heart hurt too much.
Standing in the shadows a man watched her sob as he puffed on a
cigarette. He wondered if he should let himself be seen. He had remained in the
shadows for over an hour just watching the Slayer crying her eyes out, arguing
with himself about whether or not to comfort her . She would probably stake him
after all. But nevertheless all he wanted was to hold her and make it all
better. *How pathetic am I? I'm becoming the Slayer's lap dog. * The vampire
thought to himself, as he took another puff from his stale cigarette. The Slayer
looked up sensing his presence.
"Who's there?" She called forcing back the tears. Knowing that
he couldn't hide any longer the peroxide blonde slowly stepped out of the
shadows.
"Spike, what the hell are you doing here?" She asked irritation
evident in her voice.
His unbeating heart ached a little.
"Well, for starters, I do live right over there." The vampire
pointed behind her where his crypt was. "Plus, I heard you sobbing, and I
bloody well had to see what was wrong." He looked at her, and thought how
beautiful she looked under the moonlight tear stained face and all. "Don't
bloody know why I should care, but I do. Pathetic." She looked up at him
wondering the same thing.
"Now, tell me. Did your "Captain Cardboard piss you off again,
Slayer?" He asked as he waiting for her to answer, he contemplated whether
or not to sit next to her.
"He's gone..." She said quietly. A serge of hope ripped through
him, but he forced back the smile forming on his lips.
"He left, and I was too late." The tears began to flow again. He
quickly sat down next to her on the gravestone, and gently wiped the tears away.
"I was ready to love him," She sobbed, "I...I..." She
tried to talk but the emotions were too strong. "Sshh," he said
wrapping a cold arm around her. "It's ok, luv. He was stupid," he
whispered to her. "Don't insult him!" She yelled. "Wow! I am just
trying to bloody help!" He shot back starting to get frustrated.
"I'm sorry, Spike. It's just I...miss him so much. I need..." She
trailed off. "You don't need him. He couldn't give you what you want. He
was letting those whores suck him dry!" Spike pulled her shaking body to
him again. She didn't understand why he had been so nice to her lately. She
decided to ask. "Spike?" She began.
"Yes, luv?"
"Why.." She then looked at him closely. "Why are you being so
nice to me?" She finished.
*She hasn't bloody figured it out yet?! Oh Slayer you are naive!* He thought to
himself. "Oh, Slayer, I don't know exactly, but i..." He thought for a
moment, "I feel for you. I can't stand to see you in pain, its like I'm
being staked. I think about you all the time. I can't bloody get you out of my
head." She looked surprised by this. "Spike...when..." She began.
"Since Brazil, with Dru. I didn't realize it at the time, but she knew. She
told me you were all around me. That I tasted like ashes." He looked at her
waiting for her response.
"Oh," she said not looking at him. "Oh?" He
mocked. "I spill my heart out to you, and all I get is a bloody
"Oh"?" He seemed upset, but he wasn't. "It's just..I don't
know what to say. All this time I thought you hated me," She said. "I
do. I Hate you so much i love you," He said cupping her chin in his cold
hand. *Cor, she is so warm and beautiful I want to take her right here.* He
thought as he leaned in and brushed his cool lips against hers.
"Spike..." She said pulling away from him. "I know, I'm
beneath you." He looked hurt. "No. Your not beneath me. I'm beneath
you." *I wish you were beneath me.* he thought, then continued to listen.
"I mean, I treat you like dirt, and all you've tried to do is help me. I'm
sorry," She looked at him again struck at how handsome he was.
"Anyway, I thought vampires, without a soul I mean couldn't feel
that way, at least not for humans," She said confused. "Well, there
not. I don't understand it much myself. All I know is I do." He wanted to
kiss her again but didn't dare.
She smiled a little at him "Thanks." She told him. "For what,
Slayer?" "It's the first time in days I have stopped crying and
actually smiled. Thank you for helping me feel better." She leaned her
small body against his. *This is nice* She thought to herself. *Spike loving me.
Talk about wierd.* They sat their like that for a while until she began to
shiver. "You cold?" He asked her. "A little." She replied.
"Come on then." He stood up pulling her up with him. "What? Where
are we going?" She asked looking at him. "To my place. It's warmer
there."
"Yuck, your stinky old crypt?" She made a face that he thought
was unbelievably cute. "Yes, to my stinky old crypt. It's better than
freezing out here isn't it?" She thought about it for a moment, then
decided he was right. "Okay. You're right," She finally said. The
truth was that she didn't trust herself with him. She had always found him
incredibly sexy, and had definitely felt the tension between them, but always
tried to ignore it, thinking he was only interested in killing her. Now that she
knew that wasn't the case, she didn't know if she would be able to stop herself
if he tried to kiss her.
He closed the heavy stone door behind them, and turned to look at
her. She looked positively scared. "I thought we'd been through this,
Slayer. I'm not going to hurt you. Not like I could even if I wanted to with
this bloody chip shoved in my brain!" He said as he stepped closer to her.
"Its not that, Spike." She said looking around nervously.
"I just...I feel a little weird about being here alone with
you," She said avoiding eye contact with him. He looked at her wondering
what she meant by that. *Did she want him as bad as he's wanted her the whole
last year? No! Of course not!* He shook the thought from his head as she began
to speak again.
"I mean, I know you've felt it. And as much as I hate to admit
it so have I. The sexual tension between us I mean. You were right. It's like in that movie "Bring it on" with the sheer sex, 'sept not cheer sex, more
like Slay sex. I mean we could have killed each other 50 times over, but we
haven't." She was rambling now, and he couldn't take it anymore. He quickly
pulled her into his arms and kissed her as passionately as he had always dreamed of kissing her. He could feel her heart beat begin to quicken. If his heart were beating, it would have nearly exploded.
"Spike..." She managed to get out between heavy breaths.
"We...can't..." She tried to say as he pulled her in for another
incredibly sexy kiss. They must have been walking backwards, because before she
knew it she had bumped into his large bed. He gently laid her down on top of it,
as he began kissing down her soft neck, the thought of ripping her open, and
sucking her dry didn't even cross his mind. All he wanted was her, to give her
pleasure, not pain.
*This is so wrong. * She thought. But it feels so right.* Her
thoughts were interrupted as she felt his hardness pressing against her abdomen.
And her body began to react even more.
As he kissed gently down her neck, he began to unbutton her shirt.
He trailed kisses all down her chest, and stopped to take in a hardened nipple.
A soft moan escaped from her lips, as he looked up at her and saw her pleasure
filled face. He trailed a hand down over her smooth stomach to apex of her legs,
and felt the warmth, and wetness through her pants. He hardened even more,
although he thought it was physically impossible to get any harder. His erection
ached as it pushed up against his zipper of his jeans, almost demanding to be
let out. Ignoring his need, he unbuttoned her pants, and pulled them down. He
then teasingly rubbed her soft thighs.
Buffy instinctively arched her hips up, begging him to touch her
where she needed it. He obeyed, as he plunged two fingers deep into her core,
making her cry out in pleasure. Still kissing her breast he began move down even
lower, covering her with cold kisses, while she moaned in response to what he
was doing to her. As he got down to where his hand was, he pulled his fingers
out making her whimper in disappointment, but he then replaced his fingers with
his tongue. Licking all around. He soon found her sensitive spot, and nibbled
and sucked it a little. She came almost immediately calling out his name. He
could barely control himself, he just wanted her so badly. After she had calmed
down a bit after her orgasm she pulled him back up to her face, and she deeply
kissed him, tasting herself in his mouth.
She slid her hand down, and rubbed his erection through his jeans, and
rubbed it, making his eyes roll back as he let out a soft moan. She unzipped his
pants, and his erection burst free. She gasped at its size, but was reassured
that he would be gentle.
She pulled his pants off completely and then removed his shirt, she
then pulled him in for another kiss, letting his penis brush up against her
pussy. She then slowly arched up her hips impaling herself on him, and he gasped his pleasure at her warmth. She tightened her muscles around him, and he almost exploded. *No, not yet* he thought as he began to pump slowly into her. He felt so good inside her. Like this was where he belonged.
She slowly pushed him back a little, and saw the disappointment in
his deep blue eyes. She then reached and kissed him deeply, as she sat up and
rolled them till he was under her. She slowly positioned herself above him, but
instead of putting it inside her right away, she slowly, *Painfully slow* he
thought. placed his head inside her, tightened her muscles, then let herself
quickly down. Which Made them both moan loudly. *If she was going to keep this
up, he thought, he would be cumming any second.* As she moved up and down on top of him, he almost did lose it a few times. He quickly reached down between them, and began to rub her hardened nub.
She began soon began to quicken her pace, moaning his name as
she exploded with a powerful orgasm, pulling him over the edge along with
her. His orgasm was just as strong, as he shot his cold seed deep inside her. Her inner muscles clenched taking in every drop of him. She then fell shakily on top of his sweaty body.
She almost drifted off to sleep right there, but didn't,
instead she asked him, "Spike...what just happened?" She lifted her
head to look at him, hoping not to find regret in his eyes. "We danced,
luv," he said kissing her gently on the forehead.
"Hmm..." She smiled contently. "Best dance I
ever had," She murmured laying her head back down on his chest. He smiled
at her words, and replied,"Me too, pet." As they both drifted off to
sleep, with Buffy still in his arms, her pain and loneliness now gone. She knew
that she would be okay.
The End
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