Written by: Cin
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Part one:
Buffy tossed and turned as she tried to get comfortable in her bed, her sheet
getting tangled between her legs as she tried kicking it off for the umpteenth
time. The down comforter had long since been kicked off and lay in a heap on
the floor. Buffy rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. She glanced
at the clock and sighed. It was almost 2 AM and she couldn’t sleep. Buffy
let out a pitiful sound that was a mix of a whine and a sigh. She reached for
the phone and dialed the ever-familiar number.
“Pick up,” Buffy whispered into the phone, “Pick up.”
And then he answered, his voice deep and groggy.
“ ’ello?” He kept his eyes closed. If he opened his eyes he’d wake up and he didn’t want to. He was having an amazing dream.
“Hey,” came her soft voice, almost a whisper.
Spike turned his head and opened his eyes slightly. 2 AM stared back at him in bright red.
“Can’t sleep, pet?” His left hand absently snaked up his torso to scratch his chest. He stifled a yawn.
Buffy stared at the dust particles as they danced about in the moonlight that shined through her window. “I think the Sand Man hates me.”
Her voice was soft, relaxed, and sounded sexy to him. She sighed into the phone and that did him in. “I’ll be right over, love. Leave the window open for me.”
“It’s been open. Didn’t you notice?”
Spike sat up on the edge of the bed tossing the sheets aside. He held the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he reached for his jeans and pulled them on to cover his naked form.
“Sorry, love, but I don’t take to staring into my neighbors windows,” he chuckled. He stood and zipped up his pants.
Buffy had a wide grin on her face. “I do. See you in a few.” With that said she hung up the phone. Buffy stretched in her bed, arching her back with her arms lingering at her sides. A yawn escaped her lips. She rolled onto her side and waited for him.
Spike didn’t bother with a shirt or even shoes. He had mastered his technique of climbing up the tree outside Buffy’s window. He had been doing it for years. It’s what they did. When one of them couldn’t sleep, they would call, and through the window the other would climb. It was their cure for insomnia.
Spike climbed through Buffy’s open window as quietly as possible. He just stopped, stood there, and stared at her. He shook his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips. In the few minutes it took for him to sneak out of his house she had dozed off. She lay there curled on her side. The blankets were kicked off showing him her shapely form in her barley there beige camisole and panties. The sight of her was beginning to have an effect on a certain part of his body.
“You’re more beautiful than in my dreams,” he whispered.
He walked over to the bed and crawled in. He tried his best not to wake her. He reached for the sheet, gently pulled it over the both of them, and curled up behind her. Spike softly draped his arm over her side, his hand spreading over her abdomen.
Buffy scooted back and pressed her back against Spike. Her bottom wiggled softly against his crotch. Spike let out a soft groan. His arm tightened around her waist and held her close. Spike pressed his face into her hair, inhaling her vanilla shampoo.
Buffy turned her head and looked over her shoulder. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself. Thought you said you couldn’t sleep, pet?”
“I must have just dozed off for a second.” Buffy tried her best to suppress her yawn, but it got away right as she was speaking. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay, pet,” Spike nuzzled the crook of her neck, “Still need me around to help you sleep?”
Buffy rolled over so that she lay on her left side facing him. She reached her hand out and ran her fingers through his unruly bleached hair, twirling a curly lock. “I always need you around.”
Spike’s arm was still draped over her side, so he pulled her closer to him. Their faces merely inches apart. Spike could feel Buffy’s warm breath fanning across his lips. Buffy draped her right leg over Spike’s, their legs entwining. Unconsciously her pelvis tilted forward, pressing her heated center against the hardening member in his pants.
He was staring at her lips. She knew he was, so she purposely slowly stuck the tip of her tongue out and moistened them. Her plan was to make him give in first. Night after night of sleepless nights they each found comfort with the other. The heated embraces never planned, but would always happen. Sweet slumber found after their shuddering release in the sweaty arms of one another. She leaned her forehead against his and let out a deep breath as her pelvis made small circles against Spike’s now raging hard on. His hips naturally found the rhythm with hers.
Though his right arm was in an awkward position against the bed, it put his hand in the perfect spot against her breast. He lightly ran his thumb back and forth over the nipple of her right breast. It hardened and pebbled with each passing stroke. Buffy bit her lower lip to prevent a whimper from being released.
“This has been the fourth night this week. A boy might begin to think you want him around just to get your jollies,” Spike said as he gave her his patented make a girl melt smile.
‘That smile gets me every time’, she thought. Buffy stared into his azure blue eyes. Her breathing began to get heavy as she started to feel the familiar tingle spread upwards from the apex of her thighs as she ground her core over his denim clad cock.
Spike placed his hand on her hip and stilled her movement.
“Spike, but I was close…”
“Shh… anymore of that and I wouldn’t have lasted much longer.”
Buffy whimpered as his hand made its way beneath the waistband of her panties. Her hand moved from his hair to grip his shoulder as she felt his fingers slip between her silken folds.
He leaned into her and began nuzzling her ear. “Do you like that?”
Buffy released a shuddering breath as he rubbed his fingers back and forth over her moist cleft. Each time he would brush her clit, her breath would hitch. Buffy leaned her head back in ecstasy, exposing her neck to him. He peppered kisses along her neck and suckled gently along her jugular leaving a slight red spot.
Buffy moaned his name, “Spike…”
Spike leaned over Buffy, rolling her onto her back. Buffy spread her legs cradling him between her thighs. Buffy’s hips began slowly thrusting in time with each pass of Spike’s fingers.
“More… stop teasing me.” Buffy ran her fingers through Spike’s hair and guided his mouth towards her breast.
Spike lifted the camisole over her breasts and twirled the tip of his tongue over her nipple. Buffy arched her back and gasped at the sensations. When Spike heard Buffy gasp, he slid two fingers into her hot channel.
“Oh God…” Buffy’s hips began thrusting faster as Spike pumped his fingers in and out.
Spike switched and began to lave and suckle her other breast. He groaned as he felt Buffy’s hand slide down his sweat slick chest. She popped the top button to his jeans and slowly unzipped them. Her small, warm hand encircled his hard cock as she released it from the tight confines of his clothing. Spike looked up at her face as she began to stroke his cock.
‘Dead puppies. Dead puppies’, he thought to himself. Buffy always had a way of making him lose control.
Spike raised himself over her body. He pressed the heel of his palm over her clit and made small circles as he pumped his fingers in and out. His hand was coated in her juices.
Buffy’s hand gripped tighter around Spike’s cock as she stroked him. She could feel herself ever closer to the edge. Her free hand moved to caress and pinch her nipple. She stroked Spike faster as she was about to tumble over the edge.
Spike saw her throw her head back and close her eyes tight. He knew her too well. The tell tale signs that she was about to cum. He stilled his hand.
Buffy’s eyes flew open in a flash. Her hand stilled. Spike was kneeling between her thighs with a cocky grin looking at her.
“You… please…” Buffy whimpered. “Please, Spike. I need to cum so badly.”
“You will, love,” he said, his British accent heavy with lust. He pulled his hand from her panties and grabbed the sides of them. “Raise your hips.”
Buffy stared into his eyes as she raised her hips. Spike slid her panties off and tossed them to the floor. He crawled off the bed and pushed his jeans down showing Buffy all of his naked glory. As Spike stepped out of his jeans, Buffy sat up at took off her camisole. Spike crawled on to the bed and up Buffy’s body, placing soft kisses and nips where he saw fit. He pressed his body against Buffy’s. The head of his cock pressed against her now dripping core.
Spike stared into Buffy’s green eyes, his hand caressing her cheek. Buffy closed her eyes and leaned her cheek against his palm. Her hips tilted back and forth, rubbing the head of his cock across her slick folds. She was breathing heavily.
Spike groaned. She always was so alive in his arms. Spike raised her right knee with his left arm and slowly slid into her hot, tight channel.
The both moaned in unison. Spike slid in to the hilt, filling her. He stilled his movements for a moment to gain some composure. No need for it to end too soon.
Buffy swore she was about to cum just by the feel of him penetrating her so deeply. Feeling ever inch gliding in. She said his name in a breathy whisper.
“Spike…” Her hand reached out and brought his face down to hers. “Fuck me.”
Spike gave in and pressed his lips to her. His body moved, thrusting in and out. The kiss increased in passion as their body’s thrust back and forth into one another.
Buffy’s hands roamed over Spike’s back, sliding down to his backside. Her hands gripped his ass as she thrust her pelvis harder against his. The kiss broke as the both gasped for air.
“Oh god… faster… harder, Spike.”
Spike released his hold on her leg and knelt between her thighs. With his hands on her hips he helped her raise her hips in time with his thrusts picking up the pace. Buffy’s hands caressed her breasts, her head tilted back, and her mouth opened slightly. Her skin glistened with sweat and was heated with a flush that one can only find in lust.
At this pace Spike knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. He placed his thumb over Buffy’s clit, brushing against it back and forth with his thrusts. He began to feel the walls of Buffy’s pussy tighten and clench around his cock.
“Oh God! Don’t stop. I’m cumming!”
Spike felt his end drawing near. “Cum for me, Buffy. Yes…”
Buffy’s walls clenched around Spike’s cock and he let out a moan as he came with her. His hips thrust until he emptied his seed into her womb. Spent, Spike laid on top of Buffy, catching his breath.
Buffy let out a moan of satisfaction as she drifted down from her orgasmic high. She trailed her fingertips back and forth over his back.
“Wow… I really needed that.”
Spike chuckled. “Glad I could have been some help, pet.” He was beginning to slip out of her as his dick softened. He rolled off of her and lay on his back. The cool air of the AC was blowing across his moist skin. Buffy rolled over and cuddled up to his side. She placed her head on his chest and listened to his still rapidly beating heart. Her arm wrapped around his well-defined abs and she held him close.
“Stay,” she said sleepily. Spike kissed the top of her head.
“Whatever you say…” Spike wrapped his arm around her and took a deep breath.
This is what he was dreaming about earlier. Holding Buffy in his arms as they drifted off to sleep after lovemaking.
‘Next time’, he thought, ‘Next time we will take it slow and you’ll know’.
He leaned his head towards her ear and whispered, “Next time you climb through my window.”
Buffy shifted in his arms. “Okay,” she sighed.
Buffy drifted off to sleep at last with Spike soon following. Somewhere in the night their bodies had untangled as they slept and Spike woke up. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost 6 AM. He slowly climbed out of bed and tossed on his jeans. He leaned over Buffy, tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear, and kissed her gently on the forehead.
“Sweet dreams, pet.” Spike crawled out her window and shimmied down the tree. His bare feet making only the slightest sound as he jogged across the street to his own home. He crawled through his own bedroom window and flopped down on his bed. Inhaling deeply, he could still smell her on himself.
“I’ve got to stop doing that,” he said out loud. ‘That’s what happens when you love the girl next door’, he thought as he tried to drift back to sleep.
Buffy’s alarm went off at 9 AM and she rolled over, swatting at it. She managed to shut it off, but knocked it on the floor in the process. She rolled over when she realized she was alone, naked in her bed. She slowly sat up and looked about the room. Buffy sighed. She reached out for the pillow Spike and been sleeping on and inhaled his scent.
“Stupid dork… you were supposed to stay,” she mumbled into the pillow.
Buffy stood and put her housecoat on. She stood in front of her window clutching the pillow that smelled of Spike. She looked out across the street, hoping to see him staring back from his window. She saw his curtain flicker and her heart rose at the thought of him looking longingly at her window, but sighed when there was no one at the window.
“Of course he wouldn’t stay,” she tossed the pillow onto her bed.
Buffy picked up her fuzzy plush pig and stared at him nose to nose. “Next time, Mr. Gordo. Next time we’ll go slow and I’ll show him how I feel.”
The next night Spike sat at his desk trying
to write. He wrote poetry. Bloody awful poetry in his opinion, but poetry
nonetheless. He raked his right hand
through his hair as he chewed on the back of his pen.
“This is awful,” Spike sighed.
He crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed
it at the small garbage can near his desk, the pile of yellow notepaper overflowing
on the floor. Spike stood and began
to pace back and forth across his room.
“I have endless poems. Poems about her, yet none of them good enough,”
Spike was mumbling to himself. He stopped
and threw his hands in the air exasperated. “Great! Now
I’m bloody talking to myself.”
He walked over to his window and looked up at Buffy’s bedroom window on the second floor. Her lights were out, the window nothing but darkness. He glanced at the clock. It was only midnight. He shook his head and sighed, his head tilting forward as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. When he looked up out his window again, Buffy’s light was on.
‘I’m not going to call. I’m not going to call. I’m not going to call,’ he slowly began
to chant in his mind. And then she was
there standing before her window. Spike
stared with his mouth slightly agape. She
was in nothing but a towel combing her hair.
Buffy had just gotten out of the shower.
She had been over at Willow’s house watching a movie and now she wanted
nothing more than to crawl into bed. She felt bone weary, yet she was mentally wide-awake,
her thoughts going a mile a minute. She stood before her window brushing her hair thinking about Spike.
‘Why me?
Why does it have to be me? Why
am I the one to feel something? He’s
one of my best friends, but I honestly don’t know what he wants out of this
besides the sex. Nice friends we are…friends
only late at night. Never when the sun
is out, ’ Buffy rambled in her mind.
Buffy glanced down to Spike’s bedroom window.
Her eyes widened in shock when she saw him staring back at her.
‘So you do stare into your neighbor’s windows…’
Buffy smiled and raised her hand in a little
wave. He was standing at his window
without a shirt and had turned his head to look anywhere but at her window. As if he was embarrassed to be caught looking.
Buffy’s smile slid from her face when he turned
his head. That moment of excitement
was gone. She turned hopelessly and
walked over to her chest of draws that was across the room. She dropped her towel and glanced at her body
in her mirror. She turned from side
to side. She looked over at the pink
pig on her bed.
“Mr. Gordo, honestly, I’m a catch. Why doesn’t he want to catch me?”
She opened a drawer and pulled out a faded
black t-shirt that had ‘Vampires Suck’ written in red across the top. It was soft from the constant washing and wearing.
It had belonged to Spike. She had taken it one night when she had crawled
through his window. He had accidentally
ripped the strap to her tank top and she claimed his shirt as payment of replacing
the torn garment. He had just laughed
and told her to keep the shirt. That she looked better in it than he did.
When Buffy went back to her window Spike’s
light was off. She squinted slightly,
hoping she might be able to make out his form standing there in the dark, but
saw nothing. Buffy placed her hands
on the curtains to close them.
“I’m not going to call. I’ll read a book to fall asleep if I have to.”
Buffy closed her blinds and climbed into bed.
She couldn’t help but leave the window open a fraction to let the air
in and also out of habit. A part of her hoped he’d crawl through her
window without her needing to call. Buffy
propped up her pillows behind her and sat reclining against her headboard.
She reached for the book she kept on her nightstand.
She opened the book to where she had left off.
“Looks like it’s just you and me tonight, Piers Anthony.”
Spike was sitting on the floor in front of
his window in the dark. He could still
see clearly into her window, but she couldn’t see him. When she caught him staring at her window he
was quite embarrassed. Not realizing
that by not acknowledging her he hurt her more than he knew.
A smile splayed across his lips when he saw her standing before her window in his shirt. He remembered that night like if it were yesterday. The night she crawled through his window without calling. She just showed up one night after her date and things happened.
Spike
laid in the dark listening to his music softly.
His thoughts kept wandering to Buffy and her big date with Angel.
‘What on earth does she see in the bloody
poof?’ he thought.
He
took a deep breath and sighed. He wanted to be the one out on a date with Buffy,
but she had never shown any interest. Friends
since childhood, but as they grew up, they went down two different paths. She was the happy cheerleader and he was the
punk rock kid. They managed to stay
friendly, but it wasn’t till his mum passed away that their friendship was rekindled.
She was there for him when he needed someone.
Spike’s
ears perked up when he heard the sound of his window being opened. He didn’t flinch or make a sound. He held his breath till he saw the small blonde
pulling herself through the window. She
landed on her side with a thud when she lost her balance. Spike couldn’t help but laugh. He sat up in bed and looked at her smiling.
“You
okay there, pet?”
Buffy
sat up, rubbing her shoulder. She reached
her hand out to him. “Help a girl up?”
Spike
stood in just his boxers and walked towards her.
“Thought you might have a bit more coordination being a cheerleader and
all that rot.”
Spike
grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the ground.
She tried to make an angry face at him for the whole coordination comment,
but it didn’t last. She started to giggle
and he soon followed. He turned, shaking
his head gently, and climbed back into bed. Buffy stood there in her cotton candy pink
tank top and matching pajama pants. She
glanced about the room a bit awkwardly. Her
hair was in a ponytail and it bobbed up and down as she looked at the different
posters on his walls.
Spike
could sense the uneasiness from Buffy. She
began tapping her toe to the beat of the song playing lightly on Spike’s radio.
“What
song is this?” She asked.
Spike
was staring her breasts. Her nipples
showed ever so slightly through her tank top.
He didn’t hear her question until she asked it again.
Buffy
looked at him. “What song is this?” Her toe was still tapping in time with the
beat.
“Huh?” Spike glanced at the radio and then back at
Buffy. He noticed her foot tapping and
resisted the urge to laugh at her fuzzy pink pig slippers.
“Not
sure. Must be something new.” He raised the edge of the sheet that was covering
him. “You coming in or what?”
Buffy
grinned and walked over to the bed. As
she placed her knee on the bed, Spike held his hand up to stop her.
Spike
pointed to her fuzzy pig slippers. “Off! No piggies in my bed.” He was trying real hard to keep a straight
face.
Buffy
looked at her slippers. “Oh,” she sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked
them off and wiggled her toes, “no more fuzzy pigs.”
“Good,”
he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her under the covers.
Buffy
squeaked and laughed as he pulled her against his side.
She leaned her head against his chest and curled her body along his.
Spike covered them both with the sheet and softly stroked her shoulder
with his hand. They both lay silently for a few minutes, listening to the beat
of the music.
“How
did your date go?”
Buffy
raised her head and rested her chin on his chest. “It was lame.”
Spike
raised is an eyebrow in amusement. “Too
bad, pet. Big, tall, and broody just
didn’t cut it for you?”
Buffy
swatted Spike’s chest softly with her hand with a mock look of horror on her
face.
“Angel
is not broody…”
“Oh,
yes he is.”
Buffy
laughed. “Okay. He is broody.”
“Told
you so.” Spike stuck his tongue out
at Buffy.
“Hey,”
She pointed her finger at his tongue, “don’t stick it out unless you plan on
using it, mister.”
A
mischievous look crossed Spike’s face. He
curled his tongue over his teeth.
“Since
you put it that way, love.”
Before
Buffy could react, Spike had flipped her onto her back and had his body pressed
over hers. Buffy began to wiggle and
squirm when she realized what he was about to do.
“Oh,
no you don’t. Don’t lick me!”
Spike
laughed and pinned her hands to her sides.
Buffy tossed her head from side to side.
“Eww! Don’t lick my face! Please don’t lick my face,” Buffy begged.
She had her eyes scrunched shut and was hiding the side of her face on
her shoulder, her neck completely exposed to him.
“Stop
squirming, you silly bint. I’m not going
to lick your face.”
Buffy
peeked out of one eye, “You’re not?”
“No,
I’m not. I was going to do this…”
Spike
slowly trailed the tip of his tongue along her neck following the prominent
vein. Buffy slowly arched her neck giving him more
access. Her squirming had ceased and
now a new movement had begun.
Spike
released her hands and they traveled along his back.
Her fingers threaded through his freshly bleached hair, holding his mouth
to her neck, a small moan spilling from her lips. Spike smiled against her neck.
Spike
raised himself on his elbows over Buffy. He
stared into her green eyes. He felt
himself hardening in his boxers and new that Buffy could feel the growing length
pressing against her leg.
“Was
that so bad?”
Buffy
was all too aware of the moistness that began to pool between her thighs and
the feel of his hardening cock against her thigh.
“Uh
huh. Absolutely horrible,” she said breathlessly.
With
her hands still in his hair she brought his head down to hers. Spike, more than willing, leaned down for the kiss Buffy was initiating.
Their lips met in a fierce kiss. Spike
suckled her bottom lip as his hand fondled her breast.
Their tongues battled for dominance as Buffy spread her legs to embrace
Spike between her thighs.
Buffy
gasped for air as Spike roughly pulled the top of her tank top over her breast,
snapping the strap in the process. Spike
laved and suckled her rosy nipple as Buffy ground her heated center over his
unyielding member.
“Oh
god… Spike,” Buffy moaned.
Spike
slipped his hand into her pants running his finger over her clit.
Buffy
gasped. “You make me so wet…”
Spike
raised his head and kissed her, his fingers plunging into her heated core.
“I
want you,” he whispered against her lips.
Buffy’s
hands frantically began pulling at the waistband to Spike’s boxers. Spike sat back on his heels. Buffy sat up, following his motion. She reached her hand into his shorts, wrapping
her dainty hand around his cock and pulling it out. She stroked it up and down, spreading his precum
over the swollen tip. Spike reached
out his hand and picked up the broken strap of her tank top, her breast still
exposed. Buffy turned her head, seeing
the broken strap, and made a tsk-ing sound.
“You’re
going to pay for that.”
“With
pleasure, love,” he said, his British accent thick with lust.
Buffy
lowered her head down and swirled her tongue around the swollen head of Spike’s
cock. Spike gritted his teeth and clenched
his fists. Buffy moved so she was kneeling
before him in his bed, so that she had a better position to use her mouth on
his penis. Buffy ran her tongue along
the underside of his cock from bottom to top, like if it was a popsicle, wrapping
her lips around the tip and taking him into her warm mouth.
Spike
groaned. “Oh god…”
His
hands flexed and ran through her hair pulling it out of the ponytail. He left his hands resting softly in her hair
and watched has her head bobbed up and down over his intensely erect member.
Buffy
swirled her tongue around his cock as she moved her head up and down. She moaned deep in her throat as she felt her
own juices slowly begin to leak from her wet folds.
Spike
could feel his need to cum boiling and stilled Buffy’s movements. He took a deep breath regaining control.
Buffy slowly slid her mouth from his member, looked up at him, and tucked
a piece of hair behind her ear. Her eyes were glazed over with lust.
Buffy
turned around and rested on all fours. She
looked over her shoulder and rubbed her pajama clad bottom over Spike’s still
engorged member. Spike smirked at her
clear invitation. He reached out and
pulled her pants over her bottom and left it scrunched up at her knees. Spike pulled his boxers off and tossed them
to the ground.
Spike
leaned over her back and fondled her breast.
He pressed his dick between her apex and ran it along her slick folds,
teasing her.
“Tell
me what you want,” he whispered huskily into her ear.
Buffy
whimpered as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips thrust back against him.
“Want
you,” she replied, her breathing heavy, “I need you inside me.”
Spike
thrust deeply into her in one swift motion, filling her completely. She quickly began to thrust herself back against
him, moaning in delight. Spike couldn’t
help but moan with her, the feeling of her tight walls clenching around him
making him sweat. He thrust his pelvis
against her backside moving in and out at a heated pace. The sound of skin smacking against skin drowned
out the murmur of the radio.
Spike’s
hand snaked around her front and found her sensitive bundle of nerves. He flicked his finger across her clit, making
her cry out.
“Shh…
no need for my dad to here you, pet.”
Buffy
bit her lip to prevent herself from crying out again as he continued to flick
her clitoris.
“Gonna
cum,” she groaned. Buffy’s fist curled
into the blanket as she fell face first into his pillow muffling her scream.
As Buffy fell forward, the angle of her body changed and Spike was able to thrust deeper, hitting the ever-elusive g-spot. He felt her he walls tighten around his cock before she even mentioned anything about her impending orgasm. He sat up on his knees and held her hips as he pounded into her. His release was found shortly after Buffy’s.
Spike ran his hands through
his hair and stood. He shifted his hard-on
to a more comfortable
position in his jeans. The memory of
that night back in high school always made him hard. He glanced up at Buffy’s window and noticed her light was still
on. Without even a second thought, he
climbed out his window and jogged across the street. As Spike scrambled up the tree, lines from Romeo and Juliet
popped into mind. The great balcony
scene and declarations of love made his heart feel as if it were to burst if
he didn’t see Buffy soon.
Spike was sitting on the ledge when he heard
a sound. It was Buffy calling his name.
Curiously, Spike peeked in the window and his mouth hung open, the confines
of his jeans tightening immensely.
Buffy leaned back in her bed, her hand between
her legs rubbing sensuously against her pink moist folds. Her other hand was beneath her black shirt
massaging her breast.
“Oh…” Buffy moaned softly, “Please, Spike…
I need you in me.”
Buffy slid two fingers into her dripping opening
and pumped them in and out. Mewling
sounds of enjoyment spilled from her lips. Her face was flushed from the excitement.
“Bloody hell…” He mumbled.
Spike leaned forward slightly when his hand
slipped. He fell half way through the
window hitting his head on the windowsill.
Buffy jumped at the noise that Spike made as
he fell into her room partially. She
quickly covered herself with her blanket. She
was turning at least twenty shades of red at being caught moaning his name as
she touched herself.
“What the hell are you doing?!?” She cried
out.
Spike didn’t answer. He just lay there limp.
“Spike? Oh, shit…”
Buffy sighed and put her book back on her nightstand.
She ran her hand through her hair in frustration.
All night long all she had tried to do was forget about Spike and of
course he’s the only thing she can think about.
She actually stared at the same page of her book fantasizing about what
she wished Spike was doing to her right now.
“I’m all hormones these days, aren’t I?” she
asked out to the emptiness of her room.
She brought her knees up and leaned against
her pile of pillows. Her right hand
slowly brushed across her exposed stomach right along the top of the hemline
to her panties. Buffy closed her eyes
and tilted her head back. Her thoughts
drifted off to Spike, wondering if he was lying in his bed touching himself
as he thought of her.
“It’s only fair,” she thought, “he’s
got to think of me while he gets off… I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
The thought of Spike lying naked in his bed touching himself was making her moist. She could feel the trickle of her juices flowing between her nether lips. Buffy reached inside her panties and stroked her fingers through her cropped curls.
“Mmm…” Buffy bit her lower lip slightly as she softly ran her fingertips over her slit, collecting droplets of her womanly moisture.
Buffy raised her hips and slid her panties off, dropping them on the floor. She kept her knees bent and her legs spread as she ran her fingers up and down her now wet slit. Her free hand slithered its way up under shirt, stroking her breasts.
In her mind’s eye she could picture Spike slowly stroking himself, as his length grew hard and long. The planes of his muscles defined as his pace quickened.
Buffy visualized herself there. Standing there in his room watching him touch himself. Her dream Spike would open his eyes and see her standing, watching him as her own fingers stroked her sex.
Buffy rubbed her two fingers against her opening, teasing herself, as she coated her fingers in her juices. She circled her fingers around her clit and whimpered. She wanted to cum so badly and knew she could bring herself off quickly, but wanted to make the daydream last a bit longer.
In her daydream she watched herself walk up to Spike’s bed and rub her clit as she pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Spike just stared at her wide eyed as he pumped his fist over his engorged cock, a sheen of sweat beading from his forehead.
“Oh…” Buffy moaned softly,
“Please, Spike… I need you in me.”
Buffy slid two fingers into her dripping opening
and pumped them in and out. Mewling
sounds of enjoyment spilled from her lips.
Her face was flushed from the excitement.
“Oh,
God, yes…”
Buffy jumped at the noise that Spike made as
he fell into her room partially. She
quickly covered herself with her blanket. She
was turning at least twenty shades of red at being caught moaning his name as
she touched herself.
“What the hell are you doing?!?” She cried
out.
Spike didn’t answer. He just lay there limp.
“Spike? Oh,
shit…”
Buffy scrambled out of bed and kneeled over
Spike.
“Oh, jeez… Oh, jeez!” Buffy took Spike from the shoulders and laid
him out on her bedroom floor. She tapped
him lightly on the cheek, hoping he’d regain consciousness.
Buffy noticed the large knot forming on his
forehead and was debating if she should run get him some ice now or wait until
he came to.
“I see London, I see France, I see you’re not
wearing underpants,” Spike said in a groggy voice. He tried to let out a chuckle, but it came
out a pitiful moan instead. He raised
himself up on his elbow and gingerly touched the bump on his head.
Buffy rolled her eyes at his lack of underpants
comment. She helped him up and Spike
rested his weight on her shoulders.
“I’m fine, pet, really.” Spike managed to say feebly as he stumbled
standing.
“Fine my ass,” Buffy mumbled as she led him
to her bed. She helped him crawl in
and covered him with her blanket.
“Don’t move. I’m going to get some ice for that bump. You could have a concussion.” She turned to leave and glanced over her shoulder.
He lay there with his eyes closed and a silly grin on his face.
Buffy was back in a matter of minutes holding
an ice pack, a bottle of aspirin, and a glass of water. She sat on the edge of the bed and put the
aspirin in his hand.
“Take this.
You’re going to have one hell of a headache.”
Spike took the offered glass of water and downed
the pills. Buffy placed the ice pack
over his now bruising lump.
“Mind telling me why you decided to take up
Peeping Tom as a new hobby?”
Spike shrugged. “I just wanted to see you.”
“Oh…” Buffy stood and walked over to her window
closing it gently.
When she turned to look at Spike he had a wicked
glint in his eye. She saw he had her
panties dangling from his finger. Her
eyes grew wide and her cheeks darkened to a crimson shade. Buffy lunged across his torso, trying to grab
her undergarment from his hands, but he held it out of her reach.
“Give me those!”
Buffy’s body wiggled across his torso as she
reached for her panties, her black shirt riding up in the back, exposing the
firm round globes of her ass. Spike
licked his lips in appreciation. His
left hand dropped within reach for Buffy to grab her underwear from him as she
felt his other hand caress her backside. Buffy
let out a little squeak of surprise.
“So, do you do that often, love?” His voice was husky and lids hooded. He tilted his head back and put the ice pack
back on his forehead. He closed his
eyes, allowing the cold to soothe some of his current pain. He’d need a cold shower to take care of the
other part of him that was still swelling.
Buffy sat up and slipped her panties back on,
not looking at his face.
“Do what?”
“Say my name when you touch yourself?” His face gave way to no expression, but his
insides screamed, knowing that she thought of him and wanted him in that way
even when he wasn’t around.
Buffy slid under the covers and rested her
head on his chest trying to act nonchalant.
“Do you usually slip and knock yourself out
when you spy on the neighborhood girls?”
Spike opened one eye and looked down at her.
“I do not spy on the neighborhood girls,” he
raised his hand as if taking an oath, “First and last time. I’ve learned my lesson.”
Buffy reached over him and shut off the lamp.
“You’re going to have to stay here for the
night. Last thing I need is for you
to fall down the tree or slip into a coma when you’re sleeping.”
He wrapped his arm around Buffy and held her
close. Buffy sighed and curled against
his side, listening softly to his heart beating.
“You didn’t answer my question, pet,” he said
with a smirk on his lips. It was wasted
in the dark, but he knew she’d know it was there.
“What question was that?”
“Do you say my name often when you touch yourself?”
He shifted in the bed and Buffy could feel his hard cock pressing against
his jeans. She just had to reach her hand out a bit and
she’d be able to stroke his length. She
had to use her self-restraint not to touch him in such an intimate way.
Buffy raised her head and looked at Spike.
She could manage to make out the outline of his face looking at her.
Maybe it was the darkness, but a part of her just felt naughty and she
was still unfulfilled from her earlier exploits. Her hand reached out and she gently raked her nails over the denim
that covered Spike’s hard-on. Spike
let out a groan.
She leaned forward and whispered near his ear.
“Maybe…”
Spike wanted nothing more than for Buffy to
undo his pants and take his length in her hand. His head throbbed, but he didn’t care. He wanted to feel her around him. Her hand, her mouth, her tight core… he didn’t care which.
“Do you think of me? Do call out my name as you touch yourself in
the shower? When you touch yourself
in bed?”
Buffy couldn’t believe she just asked Spike
such a personal question. Sure he could
do it, but Buffy never thought she’d be able to ask him, to know if her fantasy
was real. The thought of it all was
making her wet all over again. At this
rate she’d have to take care of herself real fast since he wasn’t in such good
shape to do it for her.
Spike reached his hand between them and ran
it against the cotton lining of her panties.
He could feel how wet she was becoming.
“All the time, love,” he purred.
Buffy bit her bottom lip as she felt his fingers
push aside the fabric of her panties to seek purchase of her moist folds.
She rested her forehead against his chest as her breathing became ragged.
Spike traced her damp folds with his fingertip and slowly circled her
clit with his thumb.
Buffy whimpered, “We shouldn’t be doing this,
Spike. You’re hurt.”
“Shhh… nonsense. Let me finish what you started before I rudely interrupted.”
Buffy let out a little giggle and sighed as
she let the waves of pleasure overcome her body. Her hand fumbled with the button and fly of his jeans. Spike let
out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he felt his erection being
released into Buffy’s delicate hand.
Buffy wrapped her hand around his girth and
slowly stroked from the tip of his cock down, spreading the pre-cum over his
shaft in the process. Spike’s hips lifted
off the bed at the feel of her hand pumping his cock. He grit his teeth, suppressing a small moan.
Spike separated Buffy’s pink folds and slowly
inserted two fingers. The heel of his
palm pressed against the bundle of nerves between her thighs. Buffy’s hips were thrusting against his hand,
riding his fingers, bringing her closer to the edge.
Buffy felt the sensations washing over her.
She quickened the pace of her strokes over Spike’s member.
A smile spread across his face, knowing that she was coming close to
her orgasm. Buffy’s breathing was labored and heavy as
she thrust her hips against Spike’s hand at a rushed pace.
“Cum for me, pet,” Spike whispered against
her hair.
“Oh, God…” Buffy moaned into his chest.
Buffy’s heated juices covered Spike’s hand
as she came, her inner walls fluttering about his fingers. Buffy’s hand stilled on Spike’s cock as she
came. Her fingers flexed slightly about
him as her body convulsed in bliss.
Buffy raised her head and looked at Spike’s
face. A smile splayed across her lips.
“Thanks, I needed that.”
Spike removed his hand and fixed Buffy’s underwear
so that she’d be comfortable. He reached
his hand up to place the ice pack back on his forehead.
“Least I can do…”
Buffy looked up at Spike’s face and then down
at his exposed cock. His 7 and ½ inch
cock was lying fully erect against his toned abs.
“What about you?” Buffy said. Her voice was husky with desire.
Spike kept his eyes closed and his hand holding
the ice pack in place. A small smile
crept upon his lips.
“Do whatever you like, love…”
Buffy licked her lips slowly. She reached her hand out and softly ran her
fingertips from the base to the tip.
Spike gasped and flinched slightly at the unexpected
soft contact. He felt Buffy move and
shift her weight, but wasn’t too sure what she was planning. His eyes flew open when he felt Buffy’s tongue
circle the head of his cock.
Buffy smiled inwardly when she saw the surprised
reaction from Spike. She twirled her
tongue around the head of his cock and licked the underside of the head softly.
Buffy crawled between Spike’s legs to better position herself.
Spike managed to stay silent as Buffy took
his swollen head into her warm mouth. She
stroked his shaft as she took more of his length into her mouth. Buffy circled her tongue around the head of
his cock again and Spike let out a small groan. Buffy’s right hand weighed and gently massaged his sac as her head
bobbed up and down.
Buffy could feel herself becoming wet all over
again. She took a deep breath and took
the majority of his length into her mouth. She sucked on Spike’s cock and moaned, causing a vibration to course
through Spike.
Spike reached his hand out and rested it in
Buffy’s hair.
“Almost…”
Spike was so turned on from his earlier exploits
with Buffy that he had to use some control not to have this encounter end before
it ever really started. He loved that
Buffy would always be the one to initiate the blowjobs. He never had to ask for one.
Buffy doubled her efforts. She continued to manipulate his sac as she
hollowed her cheeks in effort to suck harder; her other hand stroked in time
with her mouth. Buffy moaned around
his cock again. She knew he liked the
feel of it and hearing her moan in pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum,” Spike moaned.
Buffy didn’t move. Spike grit his teeth as he emptied himself into her mouth. Buffy swallowed each spurt of his salty fluids
with joy, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. Buffy ran her tongue over his cumslit, cleaning
up every last drop. She raised her head
and wiped away a bit of cum that had escaped her lips with the tip of her finger,
her long blonde hair tickling his stomach.
Spike reached for Buffy and tugged her arm
for her to lie next to him. Buffy lay
on her side curling herself against Spike’s side. She tilted her head back and looked up at Spike. Spike was looking down at her. He had taken the ice pack off at some point
and he had a nice purplish egg sized lump on his forehead now. Buffy reached up and softly touched the wound
with her fingertips. Spike winced and
let out a hiss of pain. She quickly
pulled her hand back.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, “I guess it hurts, doesn’t
it?”
“Not too bad, pet…”
He leaned down and pressed his lips softly
against hers. Buffy sighed into his
kiss. It was a kiss so simple, yet so
full of affection and they both felt it. Their
lips parted and Buffy could feel his warm breath fanning across her lips.
She had her eyes closed and could feel herself begin to drift.
“Time for you to get some sleep, love.”
Spike sat up in bed and stood up slowly.
Buffy felt him leave the bed and her eyes popped open.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Buffy sat up and looked at Spike slightly confused.
“You could still have a concussion.
I…I thought that you were sleeping here.”
Spike turned around and gave her a smile. His hands reached for the waistband of his
jeans and pulled them down. Careful
not to lose his balance, he kicked them off and crawled back under the covers
next to her.
“Can’t sleep in those bloody things…”
He reached for her and she came willingly. Buffy pressed her body against his side and
listened to his heart beating. She sighed,
feeling her body relax once more. Spike
wrapped his arm around her, holding her to him.
“Waking up with you naked in my bed should
be interesting, don’t ya think?”
Spike mumbled something sounding like an agreement
as his breathing deepened and he began to drift off.
“G’night, love,” Spike mumbled softly.
Buffy lay there listening to Spike’s deep even
breaths. When she knew he was asleep
she let herself soak in the feel of his arm around her and him lying in her
bed. This was something like what she
secretly wanted, for them to share a night together. A night of passionate lovemaking where he tells
her he loves her and she declares the same. Then they fall asleep sated in each other’s naked arms. Buffy closed her eyes.
“Goodnight, William,” she whispered and drifted off to sleep.
Part
4
Spike’s
fists were clenched at his sides as he stormed out of the high school gym.
He roughly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand as he walked down
the hall towards the exit.
‘I
will not cry in front of these gits,’ he thought to himself.
Spike
could feel the tears welling up in his eyes and he began to run down the hall,
his black leather duster billowing behind him.
He didn’t even notice the small blonde and her friends as he passed them
in a rush.
“What’s
gotten into him?” The lean red head asked. The
petite blonde’s eyes followed Spike as he ran down the hall.
Her face was etched with concern as he forced the doors open with a loud
bang. “I’m
not sure, Willow, but I’m going to find out.” Another
blonde girl in the group put her hand on Buffy’s arm to stop her. “You’re
not actually going after that freak? Sure
he has the whole bad boy thing, but seriously, Buffy…” Buffy
shook the girl’s hand off her arm and glared at her. “Amy,
Spike is not a freak. Don’t you ever speak about him like that,” she
shook her head slightly, “You just don’t know him like I do.” With
that said, Buffy hiked up the skirt of her prom dress and ran after him.
When she finally made her way out the doors she found him standing in
the rain. His bleached blonde locks plastered to his head
and his white dress shirt was stuck to his chest. His head was lowered and his shoulders shook.
Buffy realized he was crying. “Spike!”
Spike
heard Buffy calling his name and began to walk away.
He was heading in the direction of the parking lot.
The tears flowed freely now mixing with the raindrops that streaked his
face. Buffy
ran out into the rain after him. Her white skirts were trailing in the puddles
turning the hem of her gown a muddy color. By the time she caught up to him he had already reached his car. Buffy grabbed his elbow and turned him to look
at her. “What
happened?” She had to raise her voice as thunder crashed in the background. Spike
looked like his heart was ripped in two. He
stared into Buffy’s hazel eyes and saw such concern.
No matter what, she was always there for him when he needed her. The rain began to pelt down harder and it was then that he got a
good look at her. Her beautiful white
dress was now hanging limp on her toned body and was splashed with mud. Her hair that was once pinned up and cascading
with curls were now wet locks hanging about her face. He shook his head at the sight she made. Spike unlocked and opened the door of the DeSoto.
“Get
in, pet. You’re beginning to look like a drowned rat.” Buffy
smiled and crawled through the driver’s side door, sliding across the bench
seat to the passenger side. Spike stepped into the car, started the engine,
and switched on the heater. He backed
out of the parking spot and stepped on the gas. The tires screeched as they peeled out of the
parking lot and began driving down the empty road. Spike
was quiet as he drove. His hands gripped the steering wheel until his
knuckles were white. Buffy kept glancing
at him wanting to say something, but wasn’t sure what to say. She raised her hand to her hair and began pulling
out the bobby pins. She ran her fingers
through the tangled strands wishing she had a brush. She flipped down the visor and looked in the
mirror. ‘Thank
goodness for waterproof mascara,’ she thought. She
turned and looked at him. Spike was looking
at her and quickly turned his eyes back at the road. Buffy
smiled. “Do I still look like a drowned rat?” Spike
looked at Buffy, his heart melting a bit at the warm smile on her face.
He raked his eyes over her body. The
white bodice to her gown was slightly see-though from being wet and clung to
her chest. Her nipples had hardened from
the cool rain mixed with the warmth from the car heater and pressed against
the fabric. He managed to pull his gaze
away form her breasts and looked her in the eyes. A smirk splayed across his lips. “Yup,”
he took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag.
He cracked open his window and blew his lung full of smoke out the window. Buffy
slid closer to him and swatted his right shoulder.
Spike flinched. For someone so petite Buffy didn’t know her
own strength. “Hey
now, love. Driving here.” “Next
time, pick a cuter rodent if you must. I
don’t look like a rat.” Buffy stuck her tongue out at Spike playfully. Spike
looked at Buffy with a grin. “You know the rules. Don’t stick it out unless you plan on using
it.” Both
he and Buffy laughed. It had always been their little joke. When they were younger, sticking your tongue
out at someone was a common thing. One
day Spike stuck his tongue out at Buffy and she retorted with, “Don’t stick
it out unless you plan on using it.” It
was something she had heard her older cousin, Cordeila, say to some guy. Being so young they didn’t realize the sexual
innuendo behind the saying. Spike though
had a wicked thought. He had grabbed
Buffy and licked the side of her face. Buffy ran inside her house screaming that William
was gross and licked her face. Of course
the parents laughed and William had found a new way of grossing out the girl
he had a crush on. It
was good to see him laugh even though his eyes were still red from crying.
Buffy scooted closer to Spike and looked up at him.
He looked down at her briefly and then looked out at the road again as
he drove. “Spike,
what happened in there earlier?” Buffy’s
voice was soft and full of concern. “Don’t
worry about it…” Spike’s hands flexed on the steering wheel and he gritted his
teeth. Buffy
turned in the seat to look at him. “Something
had to have happened. What did she do?” “Leave
it alone, Buffy.” Buffy’s
small hand curled into a fist and she hit the palm of her other hand.
“I am so going to kick that lil’ Goth Queen’s ass.
Whatever she did, she’s gonna wish it never happened…” Spike
pulled the DeSoto over on the side of the road.
The rain was now just falling lightly as he got out of the car.
Spike slammed the door shut and walked around to the front of the car. Buffy quickly got out of the passenger side
and followed him. “Why
won’t you talk to me? You were crying when I found you!” Spike
turned around to face her quickly. His
voice held no emotion and his face was blank.
“She
said she was going to get a drink. She was taking too long, so I went to look for
her,” Spike took a step forward towards Buffy, “I found her making out with
another bloke.” “Oh,
Spike, I’m so sorry...” Buffy
reached her hand out to caress his face, but he caught her arm by the wrist
to stop her. “Don’t
give me that look of pity,” he said as he pressed his body against hers, a sneer
on his lips, “Wasn’t just any bloke. It
was Captain Cardboard. Your Captain Cardboard.” Buffy’s
face began to fall. Her lips twisted into a grimace as she yanked
her hand away from his grasp and then she slapped him. “Just
because that bitch, Drusilla, cheated on you doesn’t mean Riley would cheat
on me.” Buffy turned her back to him
and wrapped her arms around herself. She willed herself not to cry as the barely
there raindrops continued to fall. She
knew Riley was cheating on her for a while, but she was still in denial. He was the perfect high school quarterback boyfriend.
A girl could let some things go unnoticed, but it was when your friends
pointed it out that you knew you wouldn’t be able to live the lie much longer.
Spike’s
face still stung from where Buffy’s hand had hit. He was in shock.
She had actually hit him. In all
their years of being friends never once had she struck him and truly meant it. He knew she meant it because she refused to
look at him. It was then that he heard
the sob that escaped her lips. Spike
came up behind Buffy and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m
sorry, pet. I really am. I didn’t mean
for it to come out like that.” Buffy
sniffled and began to rub her hands up and down her arms.
She turned and looked Spike in the eyes. “I’m
sorry. I should never of hit you.”
Buffy tried to still her shivering, but failed as her body shook slightly
in the cold night air. She wiped desperately
at her eyes as they began to water. Spike
took off his duster and wrapped it around her small frame.
He then wrapped his arms around her tightly, rubbing his hands up and
down her back trying to warm her up. “Look
at you. You’re freezing.” He rested
his cheek on the top of her hair. Their
bodies glowed from the headlights of the car. Buffy
nuzzled her face against his damp chest. “She
never deserved you.” “He
never deserved you,” he sighed into her hair. Buffy
leaned back in his arms and chewed softly on her bottom lip.
“But you loved her…” It
came out more of a question then an actually statement.
Buffy looked up at Spike wide eyed, hoping he’d deny ever loving someone
so completely insane. She waited for
him to say something, but he just looked at her with this peculiar look in his
eye. Spike
looked at Buffy and realized something. He never truly loved Drusilla. He wanted to. He wanted to love her because she was his Dark Princess and they
were perfect together. Or so everyone
thought. In truth there was always only
one woman he ever loved. One whom he
always thought he was destined to be with, just never knew when that would be.
And she was in his arms now. Buffy
saw the look in his eyes change. His face softened and he looked at peace even
if it might be fleeting. She looked into
his blue eyes and felt herself fall a teeny bit more for her best friend.
She reached her hand out letting her fingers softly trace the slightly
red handprint on his cheek. “I
really am sorry, Spike,” she whispered. Spike
leaned his forehead against hers. He inhaled deeply the scent of her herbal shampoo.
“Did
you love him?” Buffy
sighed into his embrace, resting her head on his chest again and losing herself
in his embrace. “Love
who? Spike
let out a soft chuckle. “That git, Riley…” “Oh…
no,” she shook her head slightly against his chest, “I never loved him.
I don’t think I ever could. Don’t
think I’m capable of it…” The
last part Buffy barely whispered, but Spike heard her.
How could this amazing, beautiful creature think she wasn’t capable of
loving? She was his sun to his moon. The sunshine that always came after his night.
The warmth that always filled him when he was at his coldest.
She was the muse for his bloody awful poetry. Spike
brought his hands up to Buffy’s shoulders and held her from his chest.
Buffy kept her eyes down cast too ashamed to look him in the eye. He lifted her chin with his index finer forcing
her to look at him. “Look
at me, Buffy,” his hand caressed her cheek, “You are one of the most amazing
girls I’ve ever met.” Buffy
tried to look away, but Spike’s hand that was holding her cheek prevented her
from turning her head. She closed her eyes and nibbled her lower lip
nervously. She wasn’t quite sure what
Spike was going to say or do next and her pulse was racing with anticipation. Spike’s
eyes were drawn to Buffy’s lips. He wanted
to be the one to nibble on her bottom lip. He
wanted to press his lips to hers and kiss her with all the passion he’d ever
felt. “You
can and will love…” He whispered. His British accent was laced with lust. Buffy
was about to say something when she felt Spike kiss her.
Her eyes popped open in a moment of shock. ‘Spike
lips. Lips of Spike. Oh god, he can kiss…’ Her thoughts were cut off by
a small moan that escaped her throat. Spike
teased her lips with the tip of his tongue, seeking entrance to deepen the kiss.
Buffy opened her mouth slightly, seeking his tongue out with hers. Spike had Buffy pressed against the car, one
hand tangled in her hair and the other against her neck. Buffy was running her fingers through his platinum
blonde locks as Spike began to trail moist kisses along her jaw line to her
neck. He sucked gently at her pulse point,
making her moan out loud. Buffy brought
his lips back to hers and she kissed him deeply. Spike’s hands moved to her hips and he picked
her up to sit her on the hood of the car. Buffy let out a squeak of surprise. Buffy
shrugged Spike’s leather jacket off her shoulders as she breathed heavily.
Her eyes matched his as they were glazed over with lust. Buffy reached out and grabbed Spike by the front
of his shirt, bringing him to stand between her legs. She kissed his lips, his jaw line, nibbled softly
along his neck, and began undoing the buttons to his shirt. Once her task was accomplished she pulled the
shirt from his pants and pushed it from his shoulders. She had seen him without a shirt in the past,
but this time it was different. She wanted
to lick the water droplets from his chest and so she did. Buffy
leaned forward and laved her tongue across his dusty colored nipple.
Spike let out a groan as she circled it with the tip of her tongue. After a few moments she paid the same attention
to his other nipple. Spike wasn’t quite
sure what to do with his hands, so he ran his hands down her shoulders and then
her arms, somehow finding their way to resting upon her thighs. Buffy
kissed her way up his chest, suckling at some spots and nibbling others.
Their lips met again in a heated kiss, their tongues battling in an age-old
dance of desire. Spike took the courage
and made the next move. As he kissed
Buffy he cupped her breast in his hand. He
squeezed the mound gently and ran his thumb over the hardened nipple.
Buffy
gasped. She felt bolts of pleasure between her legs with each stroke of his
thumb against her nipple. She kicked
off her heels and wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist pressing him against
her where she ached the most. She didn’t
even flinch when she felt his erection press against her.
She new it was there and her fingers itched to be wrapped around him.
She pressed her pelvis against his, rubbing herself against his solid
length and trying to find some release. Buffy
mewled into Spike’s mouth as he tweaked her nipples slightly. She finally had to break the kiss as she gasped
for air. Spike
was painfully hard. He really wished he could release himself from
the confines of his black denim pants, but he wanted Buffy to make all the major
moves. He wanted it to be her decision
to take it a step further. He had dreamed
of this moment and he was not about to scare her off. She was his Goddess and though he may play ‘the
big bad’, he would worship her every way he could if she would just let him.
Spike
watched as her tongue darted out to lick her lips.
Buffy reached behind her and unzipped her dress.
She slowly lowered the straps of her dress, letting the bodice fall little
by little. She bared her breasts to him, reached for his
hand, and placed it against her cool flesh. Spike looked at her wide-eyed. Then he crushed his lips against hers
as he massaged her soft mounds. He
gasped when he felt Buffy’s hand over his erection.
Spike knew he should stop her, but when she undid his belt all he could
do was savor the feel of her hands on him. The
sound of his zipper being lowered snapped him back to reality.
Buffy reached her hand into his pants and took hold of his rigid member,
releasing it from its confines. She began
to stroke him gently and Spike stopped her. “Buffy…”
Spike looked like he was battling an inner demon.
“If we don’t stop now I don’t think I’ll be able to.” Buffy
leaned forward tracing his earlobe with the tip of her tongue.
Her small fist slowly began stroking his penis from top to bottom. “I
don’t want to stop,” she whispered huskily. Buffy
lay down on top of the hood of the car. Spike
took it as an invitation and crawled on top of her.
His hand made its way to her skirts, pulling up the smooth fabric about
her waist as they kissed. He kissed along
her neck as his fingers attentively brushed the apex of her thighs. Spike’s head snapped back in surprise as his fingers brushed against
her soft hairs. Buffy moaned at the feel
of his fingers barely touching her. “You’re
a naughty one, aren’t you, pet?” Buffy
smiled. “I can say the same for you.” Buffy
reached between them and took hold of the head of Spike’s penis.
She guided it between her legs, gently rubbing his swollen tip against
her slit. Spike held his breath as the swollen head of
his penis glided across her opening. Buffy
looked up at him from under her lashes. “Feel
that Spike? I’m wet for you. I want you.” Her
breathing was ragged as she took the tip of his cock and circled her clit with
it. Waves of pleasure coursed through
her body. She bit her lip as her legs began to quiver about his sides and her
first orgasm of the night flitted through her body. Spike
held himself still as he realized what had just happened.
Buffy had climaxed by just using him to touch her bundle of nerves. The thought almost had him coming undone right there in her hand.
Buffy leisurely released him from her grasp as she floated back down
from her rush. “Bloody
hell,” he said through gritted teeth, “Keep that up, pet, and we won’t even
make it to the good part.” He
gave Buffy his trademark sexy smirk and kissed her.
His kiss was soft and slow. He
was deliberately trying to make her squirm for more.
It was his way giving himself a moment to cool down and regain control.
Buffy threaded her fingers in his hair and held his lips to hers.
Her tongue sought entrance to his warm mouth and he gave it to her with
a small moan. She softly thrust her hips
against his with an animal based instinct that one couldn’t deny. Spike pushed his pants past his hips, baring
more of his flesh. He leaned over Buffy
and softly suckled her nipple, rolling it gently between his blunt teeth. “Oh
God, Spike… stop teasing me…please,” Buffy moaned, “don’t make me beg.” Spike
kissed his way up her chest and looked into her eyes.
He rubbed the head of cock against her moist silken folds, teasing her. Buffy gripped his shoulders with her hands, letting her nails bite
into his flesh. He let out a soft chuckle.
He was amazed he was able to maintain such control when all he wanted
to do was fuck Buffy senseless. “Beg
for me, love. Tell me what you want.” “You…
in me…” Spike
slowly began to enter her slick core, taking his time torturing her and himself
in the process. He groaned as he felt her tight walls clench
around his cock as he glided into her bit by bit. Her fingers flexed against the muscles of his shoulders as filled
her. “So
hot… so tight,” he breathed against her lips as he kissed her softly. Spike
knew she wasn’t a virgin. He also knew she hadn’t been with someone for
a very long time. When he found out how
she lost her virginity to some lame guy named Parker he just wanted to beat
the life out of the guy. He didn’t deserve
to touch such a beautiful creature. His
beautiful creature. He always held onto
this hopelessly romantic thought of losing their virginities to one another,
but that was before their lives went separate ways. He, the rebel outcast and she, the pristine
sun goddess--always friends, but not always in public. Buffy
wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her center.
She ravished his lips with hers, letting him know how much she wanted
him. Letting him know how much she wanted this.
He filled her and stretched her in a delicious pleasure she hadn’t felt
in a long time. Spike
kissed along her neck and buried his face there as he began to slowly thrust
deeply into her. He took his time with long languid strokes as
he whispered adoring words to her. He
told her how beautiful she was and how wonderful she felt. Buffy moaned his name as the pleasurable sensations
coursed through her body. He cupped Buffy’s
breast and kneaded the fleshy mound. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and relished in the sound
of her gasps. “More,”
she said breathing heavily. Buffy
thrust her hips against his, grinding herself against his course curls and seeking
that contact she needed. Buffy felt like she was in heaven. If she were to die now she would go happily.
The gentle sprinkle of rain was barely felt on her heated flesh as Spike’s
lips left a heated trail along her collarbone to her breast.
Spike’s lips latched on to her nipple as he caressed her breast. He showed just as much dedication to her other
breast. Buffy was bit by bit being driven
mad by his ministrations and slow thrusts. A thought popped into her mind as to how she
can drive him just as mad. As Spike glided
back into her heated core she flexed her internal muscles around his hard member. Spike
gasped at the feel of her clenching him within her body.
He looked up at her from where his head lay and she had a grin on her
face. He felt her flex about him again and he was
on the verge of losing the control he was already having a hard time maintaining.
He leaned up on his elbows and flashed his trademark smirk. “Keep
doing that pet and I won’t be able to do this softly much longer,” he said with
his desire filled British accent. Buffy
ran her fingers in his blonde locks and brought him a hairs breath away from
her lips. Spike could feel her breath feather across his lips as she began
to speak. “Good,”
Buffy traced his lips with her tongue, “I never said I wanted it softly.” Spike
kissed Buffy with a bruising force. His
fingers gripped her hips tightly as he began piston in and out of her wet core,
pulling himself out until just the tip of his cock was merged with her heat
and then he would plunge back in. He
repeated this until Buffy was writhing beneath him, matching him thrust for
thrust. Spike then rotated his hips as he was buried
deep within, causing her cry out in ecstasy. “Oh
God,” Buffy threw her head back in pleasure, “Keep doing that…” Spike
did as she asked, plunging in and out of her deeply and then rotating his hips.
Their bodies were covered in a thin sheen of sweat as well as rain. Buffy’s hand grabbed hold of his tight ass and
she ground down on his cock. “Gonna
cum,” she said breathlessly. Spike
pinched her nipple and suckled on the pulse point along her neck, making Buffy
groan louder. “Oh
God… Oh God!” Buffy’s
cries of pleasure rang through his ears as she came.
Her vaginal walls clamped around his cock as her orgasm hit her full
force. Buffy’s nails dug into the pale flesh of his
ass as she rode out the sensations of her orgasmic bliss, sending him over the
edge with her. Spike thrust into Buffy,
crying out her name as he flooded her womb with his seed. Spike
collapsed on top of her as they both were left breathing heavily and dazed.
He began to move when Buffy wrapped her arms around him. “Stay,”
she whispered, “Just a little bit longer.” The
stay joined as his cock began to soften within her.
The sprinkling of rain was still falling as they lay on the hood of his
car on the side of the road holding each other.
The only light to be seen was from the headlights of his car. Buffy
turned her head from side to side. It
dawned on her that she just had sex with her best friend on the side of the
road. She laughed out loud. Spike
picked up his head and looked down at her. A look of worry flashed across his eyes.
Millions of thoughts passed through his mind ‘Is
she laughing at me? Is she laughing at what we did? Does she regret it already? Was I that horrible?’ He
clenched his eyes shut as he shifted his weight and slipped out of her, their
mingled juices coating them both. He moved to roll off of her, but he was stilled
by Buffy’s hand resting gently on his cheek. He opened his eyes and stared into her hazel ones. “What
are you laughing at?” Buffy
smiled up at him. “I just had the most amazing sex of my life on the side of
the road,” her thumb caressed his well defined cheek bone, “with you.” His
lips turn up into a smile at her praise. “Well,
I aim to please,” he said with a wink. Buffy
couldn’t help herself but grin from ear to ear.
Then a thought struck her mind. “Um…
Spike?” “Yeah,
pet?” “Where
are we?” Spike
slowly sat up. He looked about and realized he hadn’t a clue.
His laughter rang out loud in the night air. “Not
a clue.” The sunlight flitted through the curtains of Buffy’s
window. She had been laying there awake
for a while now. Her hand was drawing
lazy circles over Spike’s toned abdomen. She
couldn’t help the memory of their first time from flooding her thoughts.
That night really wasn’t all that long ago… a year at the most.
He was the only one she could ever say was amazing every time and in
every way. She never understood why they never got together
relationship-wise after that night. She
new she loved him. That she always will,
but she wasn’t sure about him. They never
said it to one another. Many times she
had to catch herself from declaring her feelings for him.
She knew he cared for her has a friend.
Maybe a little bit more than a friend.
She just wasn’t sure if it was love.
She wasn’t willing to risk what they had at the moment by scaring him
off with words of endless devotion and love.
She
dated here and there because he once insisted that they were young and should
experience life. She never got too involved and she never had
sex with anyone, but him. She knew he
was the same. Never with any girl for
too long and she prayed never in the intimate way they were. She decided then that the next time they were
together she would make it known. That
she would ask him to make love to her and that she would tell him her heart’s
desire. Buffy
felt Spike stir beneath her hand. She lay on her side with her head resting on
her pillow while he lay on his back. His
head lolled to the side as his eyes sluggishly fluttered open. His hand came up to cover hers on his stomach.
“Mornin’
love,” his voice was thick and gruff from sleep. “Morning,”
she whispered, “How’s your head?” Spike
closed his eyes with a smirk on his lips. He
took Buffy’s hand little by little down his abs, under the sheet, and covered
his morning stiff cock. He wrapped Buffy’s soft fingers around the head
of his penis. “You
tell me, pet…” Buffy
grinned and leaned in towards his ear. Her
hand slowly stroked him softly, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. “You
seem to be in good health,” she sighed against his lobe before nibbling on it. From
down the hall the soft fall of footsteps went unnoticed by the two young adults
in Buffy’s bed. The soft click of the door opening startled
Buffy as Spike finished pulling off her nightshirt. Buffy turned towards the door wide eyed. “Oh
goodness!” The sound of an older woman’s voice was heard through the room, “Buffy?
William?” “Mom!”
Buffy held the phone to her ear as she stood staring out her window. Spike mimicked her stance as he looked out his window.
“So, what kind of lecture did your mum give you?”
Buffy let out a small laugh. “It really wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
Buffy leaned against the frame to her window as she told him bits of the story of her talk with her mom that happened the other day.
Buffy sat at the kitchen counter, staring
into her hot cocoa. She was more embarrassed
for Spike than herself. It was normal for a mother to see her daughter
without clothes to some extent, but to see the boy next door in the buff was
just wrong.
Needless to say, Joyce walking in on them
had ruined the moment. Spike had blushed to shades of red Buffy didn’t think was possible.
Once Joyce had closed the door he had hastily thrown on his clothes,
kissed her, and climbed out the window. It
was the kiss that surprised Buffy. He
had never done that before. It had left her speechless and her mind reeling
at what it could possibly mean.
Joyce sat down across from Buffy and stared
into her own mug of cocoa. She took a deep breath and decided she had to
be the one to start the conversation.
“So...”
Buffy looked up at her mother, “So…”
“I’m not going to lecture you, Buffy.
You are old enough to know what you are doing and I truly hope you are
being responsible. I just wish you had
said something to me,” she covered Buffy’s hand with hers, “I think it’s absolutely
fabulous that you two are finally together.
We’ve all been waiting to see how long it would take you two to get together.”
Buffy looked at her mom a bit wide eyed.
“What?”
Joyce grinned and let out a little chuckle.
“Oh, Buffy, dear, since you and William were kids we all knew you were
destined to be together,” she shook her head slightly, “I didn’t know it would
happen under my roof and that I’d end up seeing more than I should of, but at
least it finally happened.”
Her mother’s words rang through her ears…
destined to be together. It was how she felt, but didn’t know if it was ever going to happen.
“Mom?” Buffy lowered her eyes back to her mug, her
voice sounding forlorn. “We’re not together
like that.”
Buffy’s mother could hear the hurt in her
daughter’s voice. “I don’t understand…”
Buffy stood out of frustration. It was the
first time she ever had to explain what she had with Spike and why it wasn’t
something more. She paced back and forth
in the small space in front of the counter.
“Spike and I are just friends…”
“Friends don’t do what you and William were
doing, honey,” Joyce interrupted, shaking her head softly.
“It’s called friends with benefits, Mom.
Everyone does it these days. It’s
no big deal. Two friends helping each
other out when you got an itch,” she shrugged with the last statement.
Her mom could tell there was more to the
story than Buffy was sharing. Buffy’s body language was off and her voice
held too much emotion for this relationship to mean nothing to her daughter,
so she thought she’d take a chance and say it out load.
“Buffy? Does he know you how you feel about him?
That you love him?”
Buffy stopped dead in her tracks.
Her mouth opened and closed a few times as if trying to say something. She sat back down and took a sip of her now luke-warm cocoa.
“Am I that transparent?”
“You’re my daughter.
So, to me you can be.”
“Did you guys really used to say Spike and
I would end up together?”
“Must you call him that name? Spike…” Joyce
made a grimace when saying the name. “Makes him sound like some ruthless killer.
William is a beautiful name. It
means protector. I bet you didn’t know
that.”
Buffy let out a soft giggle at the look on
her mother’s face. She looked like she
had just shared some important secret when everyone knows you can find out the
meaning of a name off the Internet real easily.
“So, my daughter loves the boy next door. When do you plan on telling him?”
Buffy stood and placed her mug in the sink.
She stood with her back to her mother and let out a deep sigh. “I don’t.”
“What do you mean?
You have to tell him. You leave in a few days to go back to school
in L.A. and this isn’t something that can be put on hold.”
Buffy turned to her mother.
Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.
“I can’t tell him, Mom. I don’t
think I could take it if he didn’t feel the same way.”
Joyce stood and wrapped her arms around her
daughter. Her hand stroked her hair as
Buffy cried against her shoulder. She made soothing sounds and told Buffy what
she knew.
“He does love you.”
Buffy leaned back and wiped her nose with
the back of her hand. “How do you know?”
Joyce smiled.
“You know his father and I are good friends.
I’m sure William would be very embarrassed if he knew that we knew this…”
“What?”
Joyce steered Buffy to sit at the counter
again. “He writes poetry…”
“Well, I could have told you that, Mom.
I’ve known that for, like, years. He
just won’t let me read any of it. He
says it’s ‘bloody awful’.” Buffy wiped
her nose with the back of her hand.
“He won’t let you read it because it’s about
you.”
“What? How?”
“His father read some of it once and this
boy has it bad for you, Buffy,” she said while smiling, “You two are meant to
be together and you have to tell him how you feel.
You both are just so stubborn.”
Spike was silent on his end of the line. He was still a bit stunned at hearing that their parents believed them to be destined to be together. Spike thought it was just he who thought that.
“You still there?” She rested her forehead on the pane of glass.
“Yeah, pet,” her ran his hand through his hair, “I’m here.”
Spike walked over to his desk and rolled his desk chair over to the window. He opened his window, sat down, and lit up a cigarette.
“You know those things cause cancer, right?”
“Yeah, I know,” he exhaled, “Bloody impossible to quit.”
He watched her through his window. He was embarrassed about her mom walking in on them, but he was trying not to let it bother him.
“Summer is almost over,” his voice was low as if dreading to hear the words, “You all packed to go back to L.A.?”
“Yup. How about you?”
“Almost. Didn’t know I’d be taking so much with me.”
“I know how it is,” her head jerked back when she realized what he said, “Wait a second. Why are you packing? You’re staying home while you go to UC Sunnydale.”
A smirk formed on his lips. “Not anymore, luv.”
“But? Where?”
“I transferred to UCLA.”
“Why? I thought…”
“You…”
It was barely a whisper and she had to ask him again.
“Did you just say me?”
He stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it out the window. He took a deep breath and stood. “Buffy, I think we need to talk…”
“I’m coming over.” Buffy hung up the phone and tossed it on her bed. She glanced at the mirror real fast and then ran down the stairs. If she was going to do this she was going to do it right. As she ran past the family room, she saw her mom and told her where she’d be. Joyce just smiled and told her to take her time. Joyce picked up the phone and dialed a familiar cell number.
“Rupert? Buffy is on her way. Maybe you’d like to come over here for some tea while the kids, umm, talk things out,” there was a pause as she listened, “Good, see you soon.”
Spike looked down at the phone in his hand. He pressed the off button and waited to see Buffy crawl out her window. He was a bit surprised when he saw her come out the front door. Something told him this time was going to be different. That it was now or never. She had to know the truth.
Buffy tried her best not to run across the street. She knew that this was the big moment, the moment that she dreamed about. She smoothed her hand over her golden locks as she made her way up the porch steps. She raised her hand to knock when the door opened before her small fist made contact.
An older British gentleman had opened the door and appeared to be on his way out.
“Oh, Buffy. It’s nice to see you. William is in his room. Go on in. Make yourself at home.”
Buffy genuinely smiled. “Thanks, Mr. Giles.”
She made her way down the foyer and down the hall as she heard the front door click shut. The hall was dimly lit as she made her way, glancing at the family photos that lined the walls. She stopped to look closely at a photo of two young children in costumes. She laughed softly. It was a photo of her and William dressed as Tinker Bell and Peter Pan. He had fought her for days on the idea, but as soon as she started to pout he caved in. He still gets embarrassed when she reminds him that he once wore green tights just to make her happy.
“See something interesting, love?”
Buffy turned to find Spike leaning casually against the doorframe to his room. His thumbs were hooked in the belt loops of his favorite black jeans, causing his hands to frame his manhood. The light from his room cast a light upon him, making the pale skin of his chest almost glow.
Buffy slowly licked her lips and smiled. “You in green tights,” she laughed and pointed at the photo.
Spike ran a hand through his hair and rested it on the back of his neck. He looked away sheepishly and then up at her.
“Only for you, pet. Only for you.”
He turned and walked into his room, hoping she would follow and she did. Buffy followed him into his room and stood in front of the doorway. She glanced about his familiar room and felt self-conscious all of a sudden.
Spike stood there staring at her. His thoughts were all jumbled and wasn’t quite sure where to begin. Does he just tell her? Wait for her to say something? Should he explain why he was following her to L.A.? How he couldn’t stop thinking of her when they were apart and all he every wanted was to hold her to him forever… He didn’t need to think on it for Buffy’s soft voice broke the silence.
“Do you write poetry about me?”
Spike looked at her like she had two heads.
His mouth opened and closed a few times like a goldfish.
“What? How does she know?” He thought.
“It is true, isn’t it?” She tilted her head to the side looking at him deeply.
Spike was frozen where he stood. He couldn’t manage to say anything even though there was so much he wanted to say.
Buffy walked up to him and placed her delicate hand on his bare chest over his heart. He looked down at her hand touching him and his breath hitched slightly. She looked up at him and their eyes met. He could see something in their hazel depths, but wasn’t sure what it was. Lust? Love? Maybe it was both.
Buffy took her other hand and cupped his cheek. He had yet to say a word. He just kept looking her in the eyes, hoping she could see what he felt for her.
“So, you write poetry about me and you are following me to L.A.,” she smiled softly at him, “You are following me to L.A., aren’t you?”
He tilted his head into her open palm, closing his eyes, and whispered, “Yes…”
It came out husky, making his accent sound thick.
“Spike… William… why?” Buffy looked at him pleadingly.
She had to hear it from him in his own words. She needed to know how he felt before she could admit her own feelings. Her heart was beginning to race as she waited for his answer. She swore she could hear the seconds ticking away on his watch that was sitting on his nightstand. Spike stood there trying to form his thoughts into words. Sure he had written many things for her, but none of them seemed to be the right words. He loved her with all his heart and he’s known this for a while. She was his Golden Goddess, his soul mate, and so that is what he told her. He poured his heart out with words that left Buffy silent.
“I love you, Buffy… I always have.”
Her eyes brimmed with tears. She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him. It was a soft press of her lips to his. Spike leaned into the kiss, his lips eager for more. Their kiss increased to a fevered passion. Buffy teased his bottom lip with her tongue, seeking entrance. His mouth opened, allowing her to run her tongue along the points of his canines. His tongue reached out to meet hers as they massaged one another’s, causing him to moan in pleasure into her mouth.
Buffy pulled back breathless. She stared into his eyes. They were heavy lidded with lust from just their kiss.
“Deep blue pools of fascination…” she thought.
She took his hand in hers and led him to the bed. He followed her as if in a dream. His feet were moving of their own accord. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her body flush against his. He could feel her nipples pebbling against his chest through the soft cotton of her t-shirt. Buffy lowered her head and closed her eyes. Her breathing was heavy with anticipation. Buffy knew what she wanted to say. What she wanted to ask…
“Make love to me, Spike,” she whispered.
Spike dipped his head to capture her lips with his. His hands flitted across the sensitive skin of her sides as they slide under her shirt to caress her back. Buffy could feel the emotions he was pouring into that one kiss and she knew at some point tonight it would make her cry. She draped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through the soft hairs at the back of his head. Their lips and tongues played with one another softly and slowly. There was no rush this time. This kiss was just that-a kiss, a kiss full of emotion that was soon to be felt and heard by them both.
The kiss was broken when Spike leaned back taking in gulps of air. His hands fisted in the hem of her shirt as he slowly brought it up and over her head. Buffy’s arms rose as he took off her shirt, causing his eyes to watch her breasts rise with the motion. Her shirt lay forgotten on the floor as she pressed her bare chest against his and kissed along his collarbone. Her hands unbuttoned his jeans as her lips pressed feather light kisses down his chest. Her tongue darted out to lick his nipple and he swore he stopped breathing for a moment.
The sound of Buffy lowering his zipper seemed to echo in the silence of the room. He let out a moan as he felt her wrap her warm hand around his cock. Buffy’s hand stroked him from the head to the base and she lowered her head gently, licking the drop of fluid trickling from its opening. His hands clutched her shoulders as he mentally chastised himself.
“You’re supposed to be making love to her. Not the other way around, you git.”
Buffy opened her mouth to take his swollen cock head into her mouth when he gently nudged her back with his hands, causing her to look up at him. His heart hurt to see the look of rejection in her eyes. He brought her to her full height and kissed her. He left light kisses along her jaw to her ear.
“I thought I was supposed to be making love to you, pet.” He said it more as a statement than a question.
Buffy watched his hands as they worked the button and zipper on her jean shorts. His azure, blue eyes stared into hers as he slid them form her hips and they fell, pooling around her ankles. Buffy stepped out of them and kicked them aside with her foot. She stood there before him in nothing but a green thong, the color drawing out the deep golden tones of her skin. She could feel his eyes raking over her body in appreciation and she slowly licked her lips.
Spike ran his fingers through her honey colored hair and held onto it at the base of her skull as he kissed her. He pulled gently on her hair, tilting her head, so he could kiss along her neck and then along her clavicle. He dipped his tongue into the hollow of her throat and swirled it around, then dragged his tongue down between her breasts. Spike let go of her hair and pushed her against the bed so that she was sitting at the edge. He got down on his knees before her, his jeans still on and his dick standing erect against his toned abs.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, weighing their fullness. He squeezed them gently, rolling the nipples between his fingertips. Buffy let out a whimper. He noticed her hands clutching at the bedspread and lowered his head, snaking his tongue out and flicking her left nipple with the tip.
“You like that, don’t you, love?” His voice was laced with lust.
“Uh huh…”
Her head tilted back as he took the nipple between his lips and drew upon it. He alternated between suckling her nipple and flickering his tongue over it. He switched to her other breast and began repeating the same treatment. Her hand pressed against the back of his head, encouraging him to suck harder.
“Harder,” she moaned breathlessly.
He smiled against her breast and took her nipple between his teeth. He gently nipped at her, making her breath hitch repeatedly. His hand ran up the inside of her thigh, tracing the crease where her thigh reached the juncture between her legs and teased her. He hooked his finger along the crotch of her thong and ran the back of his finger over her nether lips. He felt as if the heated dew of her passion had scorched his finger.
Buffy gripped the hairs that her hand was pressed against and pulled his head back away from her breast. She shook her head slightly, causing her hair to spill over her breasts.
“Stop teasing me…”
Spike smiled and let out a soft chuckle. She let go of his hair and rubbed the area with her fingertips in a soothing caress.
“As you wish,” he said as he gripped the sides of her panties and begun to pull them down.
Buffy leaned back on her elbows and raised her hips so he could remove the offending garment. She reclined on his bed and spread her legs before him. Spike stared at her lying there opened, all moist and shades of pink, and completely unashamed before him. He hoped she wouldn’t notice that he stuffed her thong in his back pocket as he kissed up the inside of one thigh and then the other. Buffy watched as he traced the tip of his tongue around the outside of her labia and placed a chaste kiss over her clit, her soft hairs ticking his lips slightly. The slight touch of his lips over her bundle of nerves sent electric sensations of pleasure through her body.
Spike looked up at Buffy with his cocky grin, curled his tongue over his teeth, and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. He dipped his head between her legs and ran the flat of his tongue from the bottom up and flicked her clit. Buffy’s hips rose off the edge of the mattress. Spike draped his arm over her hips, holding her still as his tongue probed her slick folds, taking in her essence. Buffy’s breathing was becoming heavy as he teased her clit by drawing small circles around it and then tapping it lightly with the tip of his tongue. She let out a moan when she felt him slide two fingers into her heated channel, working them back and forth. He took her bundle of nerves between his lips and sucked gently at first, then with more force as she ground herself against his face and hand.
“Oh God,” her voice was raspy with heavy breaths, “I’m so close.”
Hearing that, Spike eased his fingers out of her and released her clit from his lips.
“What are you doing? I was so close…”
Spike stood and shucked off his jeans. His erection jutted out, standing tall and proud against his stomach.
“I want to be inside you when I make you come,” he said as he leaned over her slight frame.
Buffy crawled up to the head of the bed and stretched out languidly, her golden hair fanning about the pillow. Spike stood at the foot of the bed admiring his Golden Goddess when she looked at him with the sexiest smirk he’d ever seen and crooked her finger, beckoning him to her. He crawled onto the bed with a predatory look in his eye that reminded Buffy of a panther stalking his pray.
As Spike crawled up her body, he paused to kiss the juncture between her legs. His tongue slithered out, lapping up the moisture that had gathered there.
“You taste better than warm honey…”
Buffy parted her legs, allowing him to rest cradled against her. The head of his cock rubbed against her, touching her silken folds, causing Buffy to rock her hips against his erection gleaming in the feel of him against her. Spike rubbed himself against her, his cock gliding with the aide of her juices. He had his weight resting on his forearms as he laid over her. He gazed down at her has she squirmed beneath him. He lowered his head and met her lips with his with a bruising force. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as his tongue mimicked the motion she so desperately wanted other parts of his body to do. Buffy’s hands glided down his back and took hold of the firm rounds of his ass. She pulled at him, trying to bring him closer, but he held off. She let out a whimper of frustration. He was driving her wild and she wanted him now!
Spike shifted his hips so that he was lined up with the entrance of her womanhood. He squeezed and rolled the nipple of her right breast with his left hand as he nibbled on her bottom lip. He kissed along her neck.
When his lips where near her ear he whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
“You. Only you. Make love to me… please.”
Her last word was cut off as Spike thrust his hips, sliding into her fully. Her eyes widened at the feel of him filling her so completely and stretching her in such a delicious way. Her lips, swollen from his kisses, formed a delighted “O” shape as he pulled back his hips slightly, gliding back in. Buffy brought her legs about his hips, locking him to her as she met him with each driving force quickening their pace. His hand left her breast and held against her hip, slowing her movements. He rested his forehead against hers, his breath fanning over her lips.
“Slow…” His lips brushed against hers. “I want to do this slowly for once, love.”
Buffy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She bit her bottom lip slightly and nodded her head.
“Slow, I… I… I can do slow.” Her words stuttered as his hips tilted forward and she felt him enter her deeply.
Their breathing slowly turned into heavy pants as their bodies became covered in perspiration. Spike moved in and out with a fluid motion as he bent his head to suckle at her breast. Buffy gasped at the sensations she was feeling. Everything felt so intense and extreme that she swore she’d melt the moment she finally climaxed.
“I love you, Buffy,” He kissed her again taking her breath away, “Always have an’ always will.”
His hand reached between their bodies and stroked her engorged heart of nerves. Buffy’s eyes flew open as she felt him touch her, bringing all her sensations to a point. Spike shifted the angle of his hips as his thrusting picked up pace. That slight shift had him hitting that elusive spot within her, causing her orgasm to crash over her in waves.
“Oh God! I’m cumming…Oh God, William!”
He could feel the walls of her vagina clenching around his cock, forcing him over the edge with her. He drove into her, moaning her name, and then spurting his warm seed into her womb.
Buffy’s legs quivered about his waist as she held him against her. Her arms wrapped about his shoulders with her hands playing in the small curls at the back of his head. She sighed as she basked in the afterglow. A small tear of joy escaped her closed lids. She quickly wiped it away so he wouldn’t notice.
Spike lay there with his head on her shoulder. He could feel her legs shaking and he smiled to himself. She had called him by his real name in the throws of passion and it was like music to his ears. It was hearing his name on her lips that pushed him over the edge. He knew she loved him, but she had yet to say the words. He lay there, not wanting to let her go. He spontaneously kissed the column of her neck and then laid his head back on her shoulder. He could feel her chest rising with each breath beneath him.
“I’m not squishing you, am I, pet?” he said, raising himself onto his elbows.
“Not really,” She smiled up at him, “it’s the good kind of squishy. I love the feel of you against me.”
He shook his head, letting out a deep chuckle. He ran his fingers through her hair and along her cheek.
“I meant every word, Buffy. I love you…”
Her own fingers came up to trace along his cheekbones
and over his plump bottom lip. She kissed him gently.
“I love you, too.”
He raised a scarred eyebrow at her.
“Is that so?”
She kissed him again, this time nibbling on
his bottom lip. “Yes. I love you, William ‘Spike’ Giles.
Even before you got all cool on me.”
The both laughed and lay naked in each other’s
arms. “So, pet, what now?”
“That’s easy,” she said as she dragged her nails
softly down his side, “You make love to me again and then you follow me to L.A.”
THE END