Blindfold

Written by: June
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Summary: Set after ‘Gone’. The title says all. Smut with a tiny bit of plot.
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It was early in the afternoon when Spike finally stepped into bed. He had been all out all night, wanting to go see Buffy, or find out if it was possible to see her again, anyway. He was worried about her, both about the invisibility that had hit her and about her reaction to it. Invisible, she finally felt fancy free to do whatever she wanted, to live all the secret pleasures she’d been denying herself. To screw him without having to face the fact of it afterwards; that they had screwed again and that she had loved it.

Roaming the Sunnydale cemeteries, he wondered if her beautiful body was visible again or if she still vacationing in invisible lala-land. Was being invisible dangerous? Spike didn’t think so, not for the invisible person herself. The nasties in Sunnydale however… he grinned at the thought of the paranoia wave that would flood the demon world once the news got out that the Slayer was now invisible.

He had wanted so badly to go look for her, but he wasn’t sure if he should. After their last bed fun and the conversation that had followed it, she might need some time to think things over. Besides, he had ended up kicking her out of his crypt, which she probably wasn’t all too thrilled about either. And he didn’t feel like fighting tonight.

At length, he had hesitated for too long, and the rising sun made the decision for him. He couldn’t go look for her anymore now, unless he did the blanket trick again, but he didn’t feel much like showing up at her house smoking on all sides again. Still, he found himself much too restless to go to sleep. The entire morning he spent sitting in his comfy chair, smoking ciggie after ciggie, pondering the events of the previous night. Finally, around noon, he decided to turn in, so he would be fit the coming night when he could again start thinking about whether or not to visit Buffy.

Her smell mixed with the musky scent of their latest romp still clung to the queen-size bed in the crypt’s basement. Spike quickly shed his clothes and rolled onto the mattress naked. Reveling in the remnants of her presence, he sniffed the blanket. The smell turned him on and his thoughts flew back to the day before, to the way she had felt, soft and wet and sexy underneath him, blood rushing through her veins and the pants and moans escaping her as they’d fucked. Sliding his hand down his body, Spike firmly gripped his cock and started pumping it. Soon his fingers were slick with pre-cum, sliding up and down as he imagined it was her, her wetness clinging around him, her lustful cries mixing with his. It didn’t take long for him to come.

Having found momentarily release, Spike folded his arms behind his head and drifted off to slumber. Less than an hour later he woke up from the creaking sound of the door of his crypt opening.

“Spike?” he heard Buffy’s voice call upstairs. He swallowed hard. She was here again, already. Oh sweet heaven.

He got up from the bed quickly and grabbed the small black blindfold from the floor. He had taken it out of his box of toys as soon as she’d left the previous day, and it had been lying next to the bed ever since, waiting for a specific purpose. Now that purpose had arrived. On a second thought, he grabbed his pair of worn black jeans as well, and put them on quickly, stuffing the blindfold into his back pocket. Then he positioned himself right behind the ladder leading up to the ground-level part of his crypt. “I’m down here!” he called back. He hoped she was visible again, otherwise his plan would be a lot harder to carry out.

He heard her footsteps come down the sports, and as she reached the bottom, her eyes no doubt still adjusting to the dark, he suddenly appeared from behind the ladder. In a split second, he had grabbed her hands and pinned her firmly against the wall. She shrieked with surprise, radiating arousal and just a hint of fear. Relieve flooded Spike’s heart as he gazed upon her pretty face. She was visible again. Thank god. He brought one of his hands down to his back pocket, but stopped when he noticed her hair.

“Your hair…” he marvelled, reaching out to stroke the shortened locks. She’d cut it. It didn’t take him long to figure out why. His comments the day before, about how much he loved her long golden hair... Yet when she spoke a strange hopefulness sounded through her voice.

“Do you like it?”

He smiled. “Yeah I do. It looks bloody adorable on ya.”

She smiled back at him, happily, and he turned his attention back to his plan and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, plundering her mouth with his tongue. She responded instantly, and sighed heavily as he pulled away from her a short moment later. While she still had her eyes closed, Spike quickly fished the blindfold out of his pocket and expertly put it on her, fingers fastening it before she realized what was happening. When she did, she made a little sound of protest and brought up her hands to free her eyes, but he grabbed her arms again.

“What are you doing?” She blurted out, slightly panicked.

“Don’t worry, pet.” He kissed her again and her resistance melted for a moment. Still, when he let go off her she wanted to take the blindfold off again.

“I don’t feel like playing games,” Buffy said as he again kept her from getting rid of the fold.

“Seems like you did just moments ago,” he grinned, but then grew serious. “If you wanna play, you leave it on. If you take it off, you can leave.” To illustrate his point he reached down and hiked up her skirt, stroking her thighs. Her breath sped up and the smell of her arousal permeated the air.

“Spike…”

“No buts,” he cut her off. “This is the game we play today. There’s a point to it, but you’ll see it later. Now, it’s up to you.” He knew he was bluffing. He didn’t think he could really kick her out of his crypt. Not again. Not while his erection was pressing so painfully against the fabric of his jeans. But he had to make sure she kept on the blindfold. He had to show her what it had been like for him, the previous day. “Stop trying to see me,” she had told him, but he couldn’t, and they both knew it. Now he had to show her why he couldn’t. Why he needed to be able to see her, to gaze at her beautiful body, to drink in the expression in her eyes when she was truly happy, or sad, or concerned, or amazed, or at the verge of coming when he licked her or fucked her till she screamed for him

She moaned softly as his cool hand reached her lace thong and he quickly moved it aside, pressing two fingers between lips. When he withdrew his hand, she shuddered, barely keeping in a whine of protest. “Okay,” she said finally, pulling at his pants. That was all he was waiting for. He quickly shed his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock, and proceeded to undress her. Done a short moment later, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He dropped her onto the mattress and stood next to it for a moment, staring at her lying there, all naked and sweaty and beautiful, with lust written all over her. “Spike, get over here,” Buffy said impatiently, unable to see what he was doing.

He didn’t wait to fulfill he request. Climbing on the bed, he slowly crawled over to her while he let his tongue explore her from toes to tip, barely touching her core, until he reached her willing mouth. Kissing her, his hands found her breasts and cupped them. He played with her nipples a bit, in turn caressing them softly and pulling them a little harder. Buffy moaned and grind her hips against his erection. She reached down and took hold of his cock, pumping it and pushing it against her opening.

“Not yet,” Spike admonished her hoarsely as he pulled away from her for a moment. He took her hands and put them above her head. When he began kissing her again, first her lips, then trailing up her neckline until he reached her left ear and softly sucked on her earlobe, she again tried to reach down to touch him. If she continued this he would never be able to make this last as long as he wanted, he thought, and so, summoning all his restraint, he pulled her hands away from him again. “Am I going to have to tie you down?” he panted. She shook her head, but he could smell the wave of excitement that hit her at his words. “Ah, kink,” he thought. “So she’s into that…” It wasn’t much of a surprise to him. He’d always expected Buffy to have more than a small liking for the kinky stuff. But no matter how tempting the thought of exploring a bit of bondage was, the blindfold had to do for now. The other wouldn’t do anything to prove his point. It could wait. And so could she, in a short moment, he thought.

But first, he started to slowly trail a path down her chest and tummy with his tongue, until he reached her thighs. Excruciatingly slowly, he slid his tongue down to her clit. She gasped when he reached the little knob, bucking against his mouth. He began playing with her clit for a short while, circling it and sucking it, while he pressed her hips firmly down to keep her from moving against him. “Oh God, yes,” Buffy cried when he finally plunged his tongue inside her. “Spike…” she was moaning now, and close to coming. For only an instant, he pushed her ass up to her mouth, cupping her cheeks and sliding one finger between them. Buffy gasped again, moaning louder. When she moved up she felt his thrusting tongue, when she moved down she felt the tip of his finger slowly enter her. It was too much. “Spike, oh God, oh…” She was about to come, and just then, Spike let go off her. He nearly went over the edge himself just by listening to her go wild and moan his name, but he managed to keep from coming and jumped off the bed.

“Nooo…” Buffy protested. “I, please… Spike, do…” she was babbling incoherently and reached down to finish the job herself, but he took her wrists and held them up, keeping her from doing so. “No,” Buffy went on, “Spike, please…”

Her begging combined with his own need made it almost unbearable not to give in to her, but he still didn’t. Letting go off her, he moved away from the bed. Understanding the rules of his game, Buffy didn’t try to touch herself again, but just lay there, whimpering. Spike moved around the crypt, his restless, and aching for her, but not yet willing to give her what she wanted. She had to understand first. “I’m going to take it off,” Buffy announced after a short while. She was still panting, her clit red and swollen and peaking out from the lips that enfolded it, begging for attention.

“Take it off and you leave,” he threatened, knowing fully he would never let her leave now. Not like this, not when he wanted her so much.

She sighed and let her hand drop back onto the bed, her eyes still covered with the blind. “Please, Spike,” she tried again a moment later. “Please come back here. Fuck me.”

Her husky begging was becoming too much for him. With a growl, he jumped back onto to the bed and got on top of her. Spreading her legs wide, he pushed her ankles up to her shoulders and thrust inside her. Buffy starting panting again, her moans joining his as they grew incessantly louder. He pushed in and almost entirely out of her slowly, his hips making tiny rotating moves. As he started to increase his speed, he heard her voice, hoarsely, finally speaking the words he had been wanting to hear. “Spike.. please let me take it off. I want to see you.”

He leaned down and kissed her passionately, then moved his hand up and pulled the blindfold off of her. For a second, her eyes were black pools from having been in the dark for so long, then her pupils got smaller as she looked up at him in the semi-darkness of the crypt. The look in her eyes spoke of pure lust, but there was something else in it as well. Love? He didn’t dare to hope so, but there was definitely something there, in her eyes, a sort of happiness at seeing him. They kept up their rhythm for a short while, and Spike brought down his hand to fondle her clit while theirs hips thrust against each other. She came quickly, wave after wave of pleasure rolling over her as he continued to pound into her. Moments later he followed, calling her name as he always did, while he fell on top of her, exhausted.

Rolling off of her, Spike enveloped Buffy in his arms, planting soft, wet kisses on her lips, her nose, her cheeks. She smiled at him as she kissed him back, for the first time allowing a bit of after-sex cuddling. “Do you see now?” he said, between kisses. “Why I need to see you?”

She didn’t answer for a while, but just lay there, looking at him, as if she was studying every little detail of his face. Finally, she spoke. “I see now,” she said, her voice the color of content happiness. She smiled. “I see you.”

He kissed her again then, loving her even more than ever, even though that seemed almost impossible for he already loved her so much. Kissing him back, their legs became entangled again and their hands resumed the tender play of love more than need, and need more than lust. The blindfold lay forgotten at their side.

 


 The End


 

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