Don't Say Anything
Written by: Carol A
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Summary: One night of Spike and Buffy holding each other meant a lot to them, and further
solidified their relationship, but neither got any noogie when a lot of others
did. My reasoning for this little scenario is that they're all facing possible
death the next day, and they both love each other, so...who wouldn't?
Spoilers/Settings: Season 7, during the night before the final battle with the
First Evil, when Buffy and Spike are in the basement together. If you haven't
seen the final season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and don't want to be spoiled
rotten, DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS POINT.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss,
Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at sexual consummation between Buffy and
Spike. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, but please, no flaming! I'm
struggling to write well, just like you! :-)
Feedback: caamich@myfastmail.com
Buffy felt Spike's arm wrap around her as she settled onto the cot with him. It
felt wonderfully...safe. It was what she needed tonight: to feel safe, to feel
stable in a chaotic universe. In Buffy's best recollection, Spike was the only
one capable of giving her that focused stability when things got really
bad.
He had also been the one to rip the rug out from under her when she
hadn't been expecting it.
But, that was before he had a soul, she
reminded herself. He has a soul, now, and he has been nothing but
gentle--even nice. Give the guy a break. He's probably been through more
in his unlife than you could ever know.
She absently stroked the arm
he had around her middle as she thought of his history with women. It was a lot
like her history with men, but even worse. He'd experienced nothing but
rejection from every woman he'd ever loved, excepting the one who was
certifiably loony, and even she had turned her back on him eventually.
That had to do wonders for his self esteem--not.
Making a decision, she
turned her way over to face him in the small space she occupied on the cot. His
eyes had been closed, but they opened at her movement toward
him.
"Trouble sleeping, Luv?" he asked, touching the hair at her temple.
"Quite a day you're facing tomorrow."
That took her back a bit. He was
right about tomorrow, but she hadn't even been thinking of it. That confirmed in
her mind that he was nothing but good for her--had been nothing but good
for her since his most recent return to Sunnydale--and that made her resolve
even stronger to carry out her decision.
"Yeah, big day," she agreed,
tracing a finger in unpredictable patterns on his chest. She inched toward him,
her mouth just a hair's breadth from his. "Might die," she
whispered.
"Don't say that," he said. "You've come this far. You'll make
it. You always do."
She shrugged, not taking her eyes or her fingers from
the invisible designs on his chest. "Maybe."
He tucked his chin in a bit.
"Are you okay, Buffy?" He put a hand on her cheek, moving her eyes up to his.
"What are you about?"
"I'm not sure how to answer either of those
questions," she told him, her eyes shining in the dim light sneaking through the
foundation windows near the basement ceiling. "The only thing I'm sure of right
now is you. Everything else--everyone else--seems
unclear...unreliable."
He just stared at her, blinking a couple of times,
waiting for her to continue.
"What you did for me the other night," she
said, "that was very thoughtful."
"Meant every word of it."
She
nodded. "I know. That's why it meant so much to me. We never did get to
finish talking about that."
"I thought we were going to wait to talk
about it until after."
She shook her head. "That's just it, Spike. One or
both of us might not see the after--if there even is one." She lowered
her eyes again.
"Hey," he said, tilting her head up again. "There's going
to be an after. Don't know how I know it, but I do. All
right?"
She nodded slowly, unconvincingly.
"What do you want me to
say, Buffy?"
She didn't answer for a minute. Then, she looked down and
back up at him. "I don't want you to say anything."
He raised his scarred
eyebrow at her, tucking in his chin.
"I want you to do something."
She reached for the back of his head, pulling his lips to hers.
He
enjoyed the kiss briefly but pulled away...eventually. "Buffy..."
She
shook her head. "Don't. Don't...say...anything." She kissed him. "Just
kiss me. Love me, William. Love me with your soul."
His heart
leapt--beat or no--at her words. Afraid of losing the moment, he banished all
hesitation to comply with her requests. He nearly whimpered, taking her hair
gently in his hand and opening his mouth over hers, caressing her willingly open
lips with his tongue before plunging it deeper to explore her sweet
mouth.
Her answering cry was a quiet gasp as she entangled her fingers in
his curly locks. She returned his kiss avidly, exploring him with equal
fascination. Her hands began to pull at the bottom of his shirt, finally freeing
it from the waistband of his jeans.
Taking his cue from her, he slipped
his hands under the soft, cotton jersey fabric of which her top was made. He
tickled his fingers up the muscles of her back, taking hold of her shoulders to
massage there, finding with delight that she was going braless. She was so
damned sexy.
Her hands splayed on his tight, ripply muscled stomach, only
to work their way up to his firm but squeezable pecs. After much indulgent
kneading of the muscles there, she drew all ten fingers in to tantalize each of
his nipples before giving them a simultaneous pinch.
He arched into her,
then gathered her close to him. "Vixen."
She pulled away from him and put
a finger to his lips. "Shhhh....No talking." She replaced her finger with a
short, sweet kiss, then stood up and reached her hands out to him.
He
took them and let her pull him to a standing position beside the cot with
her.
She again took hold of the bottom of his shirt, pulling it slowly up
his torso and over his head. Tossing it on the floor, she turned back to him and
splayed her hands across his chest, bestowing soft kisses across his
pecs.
He closed his eyes, tipping his head back and inhaling deeply, his
nostrils flaring.
She took the hint and moved her kisses to his throat,
sucking gently at the hollow just below his Adam's apple before moving around to
the base of his jugular where she new he liked to get sucked.
He groaned,
grabbing her hair and bringing her lips to his, kissing her hard. His hands went
to the inside of her bit of a top and slid it up her ribcage, slowing as he
dragged the fabric up the sides of her breasts.
She moaned into his mouth
before pulling out of the kiss to lift her arms over her head.
He gave
her one more short kiss on the lips before pulling her top completely off her,
tossing it absently somewhere behind her. He ran his hands down her arms, only
to slip them down her ribs to her waist, following the path with his
eyes.
"You are magnificent," he told her.
She cleared her throat,
and he looked up to see a familiar tilt of her head and purse of her
lips.
"Right. No talking. Sorry. William's a bad boy," he teased before
suddenly taking one of her breasts into his mouth, suckling it like a
baby.
"Ng-oh, God..." The words slipped out as she clung to him for
balance.
He continued to nurse at her breast, slowly brushing the fingers
of one hand up her ribs to feather at the side of the breast he was sucking, his
other hand busying itself kneading her other breast.
She thought she was
going to turn into a puddle if they kept this up much longer. Grabbing his belt
loops, she pulled him toward the bed and started to sit down.
He grabbed
her by the upper arms to stop her. Kneeling before her, he reached for the
button of her jeans and undid it, bestowing a kiss on the newly exposed skin
before slowly lowering the tab of her zipper to the bottom of her fly. He looked
to her for approval. At her nod, he looped his thumbs in her double waistband of
jeans and panties and slid them slowly over her hips, watching the tantalizingly
slow revelation of her flesh before him.
Her remaining clothing finally
pooled at her feet, she stepped out of the puddle, never taking her eyes from
his.
He stood up slowly, bestowing kisses every step of the way, but
stubbornly missing the one spot she wanted him to give attention to the most.
Always the tease.
Smiling at him with her full lips and sparkling
eyes, she wrapped her arms around his back, sliding her hands down the cool,
taught skin as she slid her body down his front to kneel before him. Bringing
her hands around to his front, she unbuckled and unbuttoned him, then held the
newly separated fabric apart with her hands as she gave the newly revealed flesh
a quick flick with her tongue.
He let out a growling cry as he wound his
hands in her golden hair.
She moved her hands to his zipper, giving the
tab a little tap downward before tucking her hands inside the opposing flaps of
his fly and easing the zipper apart with the push of her fingers against the
denim. She dipped one hand just a little below the bottom of his now-open fly to
cup around the hard, round tip of his erection, releasing it from its confines
as she slid her hands back out of his jeans to pull his last article of clothing
down with the force from the heals of her hands.
He kicked out of the
jeans, then grabbed her shoulders, gathering her fiercely to his body to hold
her tightly against him. He nuzzled at her neck, his unnecessary breaths coming
quickly and heavily against her hair. He moved the two of them toward the bed,
then stopped when they were touching the cool, smooth aluminum of the cot's
frame.
He cupped his hand to the top of her cheek, tucking some hair
behind her ear with the back of his hand. He searched her eyes, then leaned in
slowly to give her a long, lingering kiss. His hands moved to her shoulder
blades to knead their way down her back to rest on her buttocks. Caressing
gently at the supple flesh there, he pulled her gently against him, slowly
moving his hips against hers.
Her hands moved to squeeze his buttocks,
returning the movement of his hips with her own stimulating pattern. Her hands
ran up his back, feather light until they reached the juncture of his neck and
shoulders, where she gave a firm caress before moving her hands back down to his
nice, firm rear end.
Unable to stand it anymore, he turned toward the cot
with her back to it, giving her shoulders a gentle downward pressure until she
sat on the edge of the makeshift bed. He gently eased her down to the bed, and
she scooted back against the wall and reached her arms out to him. He sat on the
edge of the cot, facing her, then lifted his legs onto the bed and moved happily
into her waiting embrace.
For a long time, they just held each other,
savoring the luxury of feeling each other's skin together again. So much had
changed since the last time they'd been together, and each was envisioning what
better things those changes would bring this time...and for the future, should
there be one.
The hand that had been idly stroking his back and shoulders
gave a gentle tug and pulled him toward her. She tipped her head to accept his
kiss, tightening her embrace as they came together.
His arms wrapped
around her waist and drew their lower bodies together gently but
firmly.
His arousal pressed with a wonderful firmness against her inner
upper thighs, and she squirmed in response, rubbing their bodies together with
tantalizing friction. Her hands moved up and down, squeezing at his upper arms,
cherishing the contours of his musculature.
His hands gripped her waist,
his thumbs caressing her there, as she explored him with her hands. She had
never been this attentive--had always lain back and let him do all the work--so
he decided it was his turn to lie back and enjoy the moment. Not that he planned
to refrain from letting his hands and mouth do a little roaming of their own, of
course. He just figured on letting her have a turn for once. She seemed to want
it, and he was never one to deny a lady--well, not when it was good for
him.
She rolled him onto his back, following him over. She kissed his
forehead, each cheek, his lips, each edges of his collarbones, then suckled a
bit at each nipple. He arched his back, hissing, as she took his left nipple
into her mouth and gently worried it between her teeth. His hands came up to
massage the hair at her temples in wide circles.
Smiling against his
skin, she took her kisses to the center of his chest, working her way slowly
down the inverted ridge at the middle of his torso. She stopped briefly to lave
at his navel before continuing her trail of kisses even lower.
She felt
him suck in his stomach in anticipation as she got closer to her goal. It was a
heady feeling, this talent she had for making a vampire gasp for
breath.
She didn't stop when she got to his pubic hair. She kissed her
way through it until she reached the base of his penis. She moved her hands to
the bed on either side of his hips as he arched toward her, letting her mouth do
all the work.
She kissed and licked her way toward the head of his shaft
and had him writhing underneath her, his hands clenching bunches of blanket. She
was amazed at how well he was following her rule of no talking. He was making
plenty of noise, though, and that definitely gave her a very powerful feeling.
She had never been able to do this well enough to get any other guy to react so
strongly. Of course, that probably had something to do with the fact that he was
the only guy who had ever taken the time and had the patience to instruct her in
the art. It made her ridiculously happy, now, whenever she got him off this way.
She enjoyed giving back as good as he gave to her--and she had a lot of making
up to do for the things he did.
Her mouth reached the glans of his penis,
and she circled the ridge with her tongue, flicking it back and forth a few
times over the cleft on the underside. He hissed in another breath, crying out
as he thrust his hips up to her. She moaned in agreement, then sucked the head
of his penis into her mouth.
He let out a groan through gritted teeth,
and his hips began a steady thrusting into her mouth. She placed firm, steadying
hands on his hipbones, pressing him back into the cot. She looked up at him,
then, and he met her eyes. That was when she started to move her mouth up and
down on him, making sure each stroke of her lips popped over the ridge of his
glans.
He cried out, then, almost as if he was in pain. He'd never
reacted that strongly to her before, and it only spurred her on to move her
mouth faster and to suck harder. She slid her hands down to his outer thighs,
squeezing them with every few downstrokes of her mouth.
When his body
stiffened and started to tremble, she took one hand from his thigh and cupped
his sac, then took as much of his length into her mouth as she could, still
sucking hard.
That's when he lost it. His body convulsing violently, he
wound his hands in her hair, crying out with each thrust of his hips as he
filled her mouth with his cum. She drank it down greedily, licking the remnants
off the tip, causing him to gasp and tremble in response.
She slinked up
his body like a cat on the prowl, grinning mischievously at him as he looked at
her in wonder. When she reached his mouth, she kissed him, her tongue stroking
across his.
He shook with an emotion stronger than anything he'd felt
their previous times together. He'd thought he'd loved her then, but now he
loved her with his soul, just as she'd asked him to do.
He took hold of
her and rolled her onto her back, never breaking their kiss. His lips caressed
over hers, then slid toward the hinge of her jaw and down her neck to suck
gently at her shoulder. He could hear and smell the increase of blood flow
through her jugular, and that excited him all the more.
He moved down her
body a slight ways and took her breasts in his hands, massaging them gently as
he lowered his mouth to one nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he suckled gently,
laving at her with his tongue, then nibbling lightly at the tip. She arched into
him, whereupon he took as much of her breast as would fit in his mouth and
sucked hard.
She cried and gasped, her hips beginning an undulating
motion against him of their own volition. Her hands tangled in his hair, then
grabbed his shoulders, his back, and his buttocks randomly, attempting to touch
all of him at once.
He moved his mouth to lick at the crease underneath
her breast, then kissed the underside before moving up to her clean-shaven
underarm to suck the tender skin there into his mouth. She inhaled sharply, as
he'd never bestowed that particular pleasure on her before now.
His mouth
traveled from her underarm up the mound of her breast to plant a kiss on the
nipple, a kiss between her breasts, a kiss at the tip of the other breast, then
down the other side. By this time, her chest was heaving, thrusting her breasts
high with each intake of breath.
He formed a trail of kisses down her
middle to stop at her navel. He squeezed the sides of her abdomen together until
her navel became a deeper hole, then thrust his tongue in and out of the opening
there. She began to writhe.
He smiled to himself, then worked his way
lower until he found her flooded, swollen labia. "Mm, mm, mm," he murmured, then
licked the outer surface with a long stroke of his tongue.
"God, Spike,
please..."
He looked up at her. "No talking, Luv, remember?"
He
slid his hands under her buttocks, grabbing hold of them in a tight squeeze,
then lifted her up to his eager mouth. He urged her labia apart with a gentle
side-to-side movement of his face, then licked the deeper recesses of the hot,
wet area surrounding her opening. When his tongue reached the apex of her inner
labia, he flicked it and felt her clitoris instantly spring to life. He took it
into his mouth, flicking it back and forth with his tongue as he sucked with his
lips. When her hips started to buck in rhythm, he stopped just long enough to
bring his hand down to insert two fingers into her slick passage. The thrust of
his fingers countered her rhythm, pressing in as she pushed, pulling slightly
out as she relaxed. Her breath began to come in panting gasps, which quickly
became breathy cries. She thrust her hips hard and slow three times, crying out
each time, then collapsed against the cot.
He pulled his fingers out,
then, bestowing one last kiss on her sensitized clitoris before backing away
from her. He made sure she was looking at him, then took his fingers into his
mouth, sucking her juices from them. "Mmmmm...."
She grabbed him by the
sides of the head, pulling him up to her, and kissed him soundly, eager to taste
herself on his lips. She reached down with searching hands, finally finding and
grasping his renewed erection in her hand. She guided him to her opening and
arched her hips in a silent plea.
Trembling, he entered her slowly,
burying himself to the hilt inside her. They lay still in each other's embrace
for a moment, looking into each other's eyes. Then he began to move inside her
slowly. Their breathing came in unison, as did the grunts and moans that
accompanied each of his strokes.
A sense of urgency eventually drove them
to a faster rhythm, until he was pressing her so hard and fast into the cot that
its legs were scraping on the cement floor of the basement.
With a few
final grunts and cries, they came together in a pleasure that was pure and
explosive. He held her close as he trembled, his body lurching as his cum
released inside her in cold bursts. He collapsed on top of her, then, and she
stroked his hair and back.
"May I speak, now?" he finally managed, still
breathing hard.
She chuckled. "Sure," she said, continuing to stroke his
hair, enjoying the fact that it wasn't all slimy with sweat like a human male's
would be after sex.
He lifted his head and rested his chin on his arms,
which were crossed over her chest. "You...are...amazing,"
he said at last. "And I love you. I always will. No matter what
happens."
She favored him with her best smile and squeezed him tightly.
"You were pretty amazing, too." She looked away briefly, blushing slightly, then
said, "and, I love you, too."
THE END
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