For Me
Written by: VelvetBlood
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Summary: Buffy reflects on her tryst with Spike and comes to a decision for *herself**
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Part 1
Buffy sits on her bed, twirling a cross around in her hands. She scrunches her nose as a small breeze wafts in from the open window and brings with it the overpowering odor of garlic. The garlic she had hung up. A window she had left open, hoping to catch the scent of cigarette smoke on the breeze. Which completely defeated the purpose of the garlic and cross in the first place! She throws the cross onto her bedstand and reaches for a pillow to cuddle with. Bringing her knees to her chest, she hugs the pillow to her, resting her chin. She can't kill him. And if he came for her, would she have the strength to refuse him? She sighs, admitting to herself that the vampire repellant wasn't for him -it was for her.
'Stupid.' She says to herself.
Everything she had done in the past 48 hours was stupid. Sleeping with Spike, leaving Dawn all night, her not-so-stern talk with Willow, and now this half-hearted attempt at vamp-proofing. Tears threaten at the back of her eyelids but she pushes them away.
'At least I can cry now.' She thinks.
Yes, she could cry now. And laugh and actually mean it. She could FEEL! And all it had taken was -Spike. She sighs and snuggles deeper into the pillow. Funny how it had taken a dean man to make her feel alive. Loneliness threatens to creep into her heart and she fights it.
'I don't miss Spike!" she tells herself inwardly.
But she did. And she hated herself for it. Especially after the cruel things he had said to her. She should have known though. That the second she could feel again she'd be hurt. It was how things worked in her world. Buffy is happy -happiness is ripped away from her -Buffy ends up unhappy. He'd made it quite clear that he wouldn't be coming to her again. But that was to be expected. Men she slept with never stuck around. This was, what, her third one-night stand? Yeah, she had great luck with men. The tears came again and this time a few of them slipped out before she fought them away. A small half-sob, half-whimper clawed it's way out of her throat and grated roughly into the room. They all left her. Every time. She knew it then. He wasn't coming.
Standing slowly Buffy walked over to her bedstand and put the cross away in a drawer. Then, she set to work on removing the garlic from the windows, opening all of them to flush the stench out of her room. Walking downstairs she tosses the multiple bulbs into the trash and slams the lid shut with a satisfying slap. Sighing, she opens the kitchen door and walks out onto the back porch and takes a deep lungful of night air. She smiles as she once again finds pleasure in it. Could appreciate it. Thanks to-
No! She wouldn't go there. She looks down at her feet, right where she and Spike had sat the night her mother had gone to the hospital. He'd been there for her then. He'd known that words wouldn't help, and had sat silently next to her, a hand on her shoulder, giving her comfort through his presence and touch. How did he always know? She gives a small short laugh as she realizes her thoughts had once again drifted to the bleached blonde vampire. They seemed to do that a lot lately. But it wouldn't do her any good. He wasn't going to be there for her anymore.
"So, what now? You go back to treating me like dirt till the next time you get an itch you can't scratch? Well, forget it. Last night changed things. I'm done being your whipping boy." He'd said.
He'd gotten what he wanted, and now he'd left her just like every other- Her thoughts break off as she remembers something else.
"I love you. You know it. But I got my rocks back. You felt something last night." He'd said.
"Not love." She'd countered.
"Not yet. But I'm in your system now. You're gonna crave me, like I crave blood." He'd replied.
He got the last part right, she thinks on an unladylike snort. But the first? He'd said he loved her. Even after-
"Oh god." She breathes.
Had she really been that blind? She hadn't seen him reaching out to her through the haze of pain, self-hatred and rejection. She'd been so busy analyzing last night and why it shouldn't have happened and how it would never happen again that she'd blocked everything else out. Spike wasn't leaving! He wouldn't leave her. Not like the others. He loved her. The look on his face when she'd called him "convenient" had shown her that. She remembers his eyes that morning; first brimming with love, then hurt, then anger. She remembers of his touch when he had tried to convince her to stay. His hand reaching up her skirt and his fingers-
Racing back into the house Buffy grabs her jacket and rushes out the front door, sprinting for the graveyard. What was she doing, she had no clue. What she would do when she got to him, she wouldn't think about. She only knew that she had to do something, say something, to make things right. Not for him, but for herself. Because for the first time since she came back something had felt RIGHT! And she'd pushed it away. She needed it. She needed him. And she was through fighting it.
Spike was just climbing down the stairs to the lower level of his crypt. So many thoughts were whirling around in his head. Complete shock, even after a whole 24 hours of adjusting, that Buffy had given herself to him. Anger at her reaction to him that morning. The fact that she only came to him when she needed something. Help with Dawn, with Willow, with getting her bloody rocks off. He growls and closes his eyes as memories of that night in the house wash over him. Gritting his teeth he forces the thoughts away before he has to fight the temptation to run to her for the hundredth time that night. Stripping out of his t-shirt, he kicks off his boots. Suddenly the a sound from upstairs has his head snapping up. Tensing, his game face slips as he registers the intruder isn't completely human. Then a soft vanilla wafts to him as he sees a small body making it's way down the stairs through the shadows, and he lets his features slide back to normal.
"Slayer?" he questions softly.
Buffy squints, her eyes adjusting to the dark.
"Yeah." She responds.
Spike clenches his jaw and closes his eyes briefly. If she was here to use him again -who was he kidding? Even all of his willpower wouldn't stand a chance against that kind of torment. No man should have to resist the woman he loves.
"Lemmie guess, couldn't sleep?" he sneers.
Buffy swallows and takes a few steps closer to him, wishing she could see his expression. This would be so much easier if she knew what ground she stood on. She stops just in front of him, so she can just make out his face.
"Spike," she starts. "I -" she stops, then tries again. "I'm just so tired." She finishes on a sigh, closing her eyes and her shoulders going slack.
"Tired of doing what everyone expects of me. Of doing what the rules say I should, or what I think would be best for everyone else. None of it is helping ME. The only thing that's helped -that's made me feel ANYTHING, is- " she breaks off.
Spike, despite his resolve to remain impassive until she finished it, lifts a hand to her hair, wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck. He gently strokes his fingers down her nape until she is comfortable to continue.
"You were right. It's not love -yet. I don't know if it ever will be. All I know is I need it. I need you -to help me. You have to help me. Please?" she finishes on a whisper.
He nods, fighting the urge to laugh nervously at the elation building in his chest.
"Buffy, you know I'd do anything for you. But if you choose this, everything changes. Nothing is the same anymore. And we won't go back to 'Kick the Spike' again. Alright, pet?" he asks quietly.
She nods, stepping into him and looking up to his eyes.
"Spike?" she pleads softly.
He growls and slides his hands down to grasp her upper arms, pulling her flush against him before taking her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss.
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Part 2
Spike's mouth was insistent on hers, daring her to show him the passion and need evident in the fusion of their mouths. And she met him -her tongue gliding against his, her lips crushed into his own. Reaching up, Buffy slips her arms around his neck, arching into him. Spike makes a rough noise in the back of his throat and lifts her up, off of the ground, turning her around and walking towards the bed. Once there, he sets her onto her feet, her calves pressed against the frame. Reaching down, he slides his hands under her shirt, removing his mouth from Buffy's to suckle the spot on her neck just behind her ear that he knows gets her wild.
Buffy whimpers and bites her lip as Spike's mouth pulls the tender flesh of her throat. She's barely aware of his hands unfastening her bra until his cool fingers slip beneath the loose fabric to brush across her nipples. She arches her back, her mouth opening slightly to emit a small moan. Spike pulls away from her, lowering his hands to the hem of her turtleneck.
"You have far too much clothing on, luv." He smirks.
With that he tugs the shirt over her head, her bra following in quick succession. He stares down at her, golden skin glowing even with no light present underground. His non-existent breath catches in his throat as he stares down at her. He is unable to tear his eyes from her. Last night had been rushed, even after the fifth or sixth time, and he hadn't had a chance to savor her slowly. Her slight shoulders taper down to long, well-toned arms that he knew could deliver a nice hook. Her collarbone is pronounced and stands out gracefully. Her hair spills over her right shoulder in a honey-colored wave and covers her breast. The other is readily visible though, well rounded and soft-looking, the pink nipple pert and pouting. He feels Buffy's hands at the fly of his jeans and he tears his gaze away from her body to look at her face. Her eyes are twinkling and a smile is playing on her lips.
"Enjoying the view?" she asks slyly.
"Minx!" he accuses.
Buffy pops open the button of his fly and slowly slides the zipper down, watching with fascination as he sprang free.
"You wouldn't have me any other way." She returns as she pushes the fabric halfway down his hips.
Spike growls and pushes her roughly onto the bed. She gasps at first, then smiles up at him. He reaches down and unbuttons her jeans, peeling the tight material down her legs along with her panties, pausing to remove her boots and socks. Once she is fully undressed, he stands and shucks his jeans swiftly before standing in front of Buffy. She's still laying half on, half off of the bed, staring at him with hunger in her hazel eyes as they travel down his body.
"Now who's takin' in the view?" he teases.
Buffy doesn't respond verbally, and instead takes a deep breath and holds out her hand. Spike shakes his head.
"No, luv. My way this time." He says softly.
Bending down he places a soft kiss on each of her thighs, before sliding up to take her lips gently. She whimpers in need. This wasn't like last night at all. Last night had been hard, fast and desperate. Her body was screaming for him to take her that way again, and he wanted soft kisses and caresses! Maybe she could flip him over and-
As if sensing her frustration, Spike pulls away to look down at her.
"Oh no, pet. I'll drag this out, make you scream -but it won't be bloody candlelight and roses." He growls reassuringly.
Buffy's heartbeat speeds up and her breath hitches as his hand slips in between their bodies and out of sight between her thighs. Before she can make a sound though, he bends down and catches a hard nipple in between his teeth. The dual shock has Buffy's mouth falling open in a silent O. When her vocal cords finally unconstrict, a low hum emanates from her chest. Flicking her nipple with his tongue, Spike sucks her into his mouth, and slips a finger inside of her. Buffy's head rolls back and she gasps, beginning to tremble as thrusts a finger in and out of her, using another to lightly brush her clit over and over. Slipping a second finger into her, Spike curls his digits, stroking her front wall in a lazy rhythm. Looking up at Buffy's tightly closed eyes and silently working mouth, he smirks before moving over to her other breast, bestowing the same torture attention upon it.
"Spike-" Buffy gasps.
"Shhh, luv. I'm far from done." He murmurs.
Buffy makes a small sobbing sound, her hips meeting the rhythm of his fingers inside of her. Realizing she's caught on the edge, Spike moves down to kneel on the floor. Buffy looks down the length of her body at him, confusion wrinkling her brow. He grins and hooks an arm behind each of her calves, which are hanging over the side of the bed, and pulls her to him. Buffy jerks straight up as his tongue slips into her folds. A long, low moan tears out of her as she falls back onto the bed. He doesn't give her a chance to recover, mercilessly fastening his mouth over her clit. Buffy's labored breathing becomes punctuated by small moans as he sucks her into his mouth. When her thighs clamp around his head, Spike feels her small body tense as tremors shiver through her. Knowing she's close, he decides to send her flying over the edge with a bang. Letting his demon visage emerge, he slips a fang into her sensitized nubbin as gently as possible. Buffy let's loose a shrill scream as her orgasm slams into her, wracking her tiny body with spasms. Spike licks away the few drops of blood that mingle with her fluids and crawls back up her body.
Buffy stares up at him, her vision clearing as the spasms slow down to a stop.
"Oh god-" she breathes.
Spike chuckles, pulling her up the bed so that she is laying completely across the mattress. When she's able to breathe again and her pulse isn't roaring in her ears, Buffy looks at him.
"Spike?" she queries, looking into his deep blue eyes with her own dazed hazel ones.
"Yes, luv?" he asks, gazing down at her; praying she wouldn't make some comment about what he'd done being "perverse" or "degrading", or worse -leave and never come back.
"How?" she asks softly, still slightly out of breath. "It's never been like that-" she finishes with a blush.
Spike lets out a long sigh of relief, closing his eyes and chuckling, before looking back down at her with a grin.
"One of the many advantages of having a demon in bed, pet." He teases.
Buffy looks up at him, still lost.
"But...what about-?" she was hesitant to say his name.
"Angel?" he queries with barely disguised disgust. He DID NOT want her thinking about him while she lay naked in HIS bed. "He treated you like a doll, Slayer. He thought you were bloody well made of glass. I know better. He wouldn't have dared do to you what I just did!" He grates out.
Buffy looks into his eyes, which had gone from soft and brimmed with love, to furious and holding barely in-check violence. She reaches up and strokes his face, smiling wickedly.
"I'm glad it's you, then." She purrs.
Spike looks down at her, stunned for a second, before pinning her beneath him, pressing her into the mattress while he devours her mouth. Buffy arches up into him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Spike growls and shifts so his member is pressing into her entrance. Buffy sighs and tries to take him in, but he won't let her. She squirms, whimpering her discontent. Spike pulls away from her slightly, looking down at her contorted face.
"Look at me, luv." He demands.
Buffy opens her eyes and stares up at him, pouting slightly. He grins.
"I've just got to watch those damned eyes of yours." He murmurs.
Buffy is momentarily confused, but confusion gives way to blind pleasure as he thrusts deep inside of her. She keens, throwing her head back. Spike's grin disappears as her hot, slick muscles clamp down on him. He'd seen all he needed to know though. Her eyes had gone dark and wild, almost primal with desire, but they hadn't left his. She knew exactly who and what he was, and that he was the only one who could do this to her. Closing his eyes, he buries his face in the crook between her neck and shoulder and sets a fast, hard pace for them. He had planned on drawing this out as well, but at the first squeeze of her inner walls he'd been lost. Rocking them in a steady, almost violent rhythm, he feels her tense beneath him. She makes a few small breathless sounds as the tension builds within her, then cries out hoarsely as a second orgasm washes over her. Spike groans as her muscles tighten and flutter around him. With a few more deep thrusts, he let's out a long, low moan as his own orgasm wracks him.
Later on, after both Vampire and Vampire Slayer have regained their senses, Buffy sits up and starts to gather her clothes. She dresses silently and Spike's heart sinks. Not again -oh god, please not again! But just then she turns and smiles at him.
"Right, then. No more little barbs about this being 'the most perverse, degrading experience' of your life? Cuz, I dunno if I can handle that much praise two times in a row, pet. Might get a swelled head." He knows he's babbling.
Buffy moves back over to the bed and bends down to kiss his forehead.
"No, Spike. But I have to get home to Dawn. I don't want to leave her alone with Willow for too long." She says sadly.
Spike's face darkens.
"Maybe I should come with you. I don't like what Red did to the 'Bit. I assume you gave her a good thrashing?" he asks with a quirk of his scarred eyebrow.
"Not exactly. I had other things on my mind. Getting Dawn to the hospital, making sure she was sleeping and not in any pain, - and then there was you! But I'm going to tomorrow. I just -after what she did to Dawn, I don't even know if I can continue to let her live with us. Dawn must be uneasy around her and-" she breaks off as Spike gently kisses her rapidly moving lips.
"Too many thoughts rushing through that pretty head of yours, luv. You need to get some rest. Deal with the witch in the morning." He says gently.
"Thanks." She murmurs softly.
"Sure you don't want me to come with you?" he asks softly, hope slipping into his voice despite his best efforts.
"I've never been less sure of anything in my life." She states matter-of- factly.
Spike looks up at Buffy in confusion, and she smiles, taking his hand.
"I want you to come with me, Spike." She whispers.
He grins and slips out of bed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in for a quick, passionate kiss.
"Right then." He says with a smile, before getting dressed.
Later that night Dawn creeps out of her room to get a drink of water from the bathroom. As she's running cold water from the faucet into a paper Dixie cup, she hears something out of place in the normal nighttime sounds of the house. Turning off the faucet, she listens closely as she raises the cup to her lips and takes a small sip. Just then another moan comes from her sister's room. Spitting water all over the mirror, Dawn drops the paper cup into the trash and tiptoes over to Buffy's bedroom door. Listening to the sound of rustling sheets for over a minute, she is finally rewarded with a deep masculine groan, and then a muttered "Bloody hell!". Grinning from ear to ear, she sprints as quietly as possible back to her room and after closing the door, and careful not to jolt her cast, throws herself on her bed and buries her face into her pillow, shouting "YES!".
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Part 3
Buffy slowly begins to drift awake and snuggles closer to Spike, sighing at the feel of his cool flesh sliding against her warm skin. He instinctively pulls her closer, slowly awakening to her scent and feel. Buffy’s eyes flutter open just as Spike’s eyelids begin to lift and they stare at each other for a few moments, neither knowing what to do. Their last “morning after” hadn’t gone over too well. Both are afraid to say anything, to lose the moment and possibly ruin everything that last night had brought them.
Spike finally takes the initiative, not wanting this to end and have to face Buffy’s rejection and painful words again. He leans over and lightly brushes her lips with his own, gently massaging her back with the hand draped around her waist. Buffy responds, her lips clinging to his, her body arching into him. Both begin to lose themselves in the kiss, pressing closer together and pouring more and more passion into the kiss until-
~SLAM~
Both lovers jerk apart at the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut. Sounds of small sobs and whimpers above running water float in through the door and Buffy sighs.
“Willow.” She says softly.
Spike nods, sitting up.
“Well, pardon me for being a soulless demon, but I can’t feel sorry for her. Not after what she did to the ‘Bit.” He says coldly.
Buffy looks up at him, her eyes conflicted.
“Spike, I know Willow messed up. But she’s my best friend. My BEST FRIEND! And I didn’t see her drowning. I couldn’t see that she needed help until it was too late. And all because I was too wrapped up in myself.”
Spike growls and grabs her wrist, tugging her up sharply to face him. He takes her shoulders in his hands and grips lightly, steadying her and making sure he has her attention. His eyes are blazing as he holds her gaze.
“Don’t ever say that again, Buffy. What Willow did...t was all her. She’s a big girl and can make her own decisions. She brought you back, didn’t she?” he says softly, angrily.
Buffy swallows and nods, looking away.
“I won’t have you blaming yourself for the actions of everyone around you. You can only worry about so much, AND save the world.” He finishes.
Buffy looks back up at him and nods again, reaching up to squeeze the hand on her right shoulder.
“So, what am I gonna do with her?” she asks pleadingly.
Spike squeezes her hand back.
“Don’t worry about it right now, pet. Let’s get something in you first---“
Buffy’s eyes fly wide and her breathing hitches.
“Spike! I-we can’t! Dawn could wake up any minute, and...“ she stutters.
Spike grins leaning down close so that his lips are just a breath away from hers.
“I meant food, luv. But if you’ve got something different in mind...“
Buffy gasps and scrambles from the bed.
“No! No-because...Dawn...and...it would be bad...“ she still can’t seem to form a complete sentence.
Spike chuckles and stands from the bed, pulling his black jeans on and aiming a look at Buffy.
“Better throw something on. Dunno if I could handle a naked slayer prancing around the kitchen.” He smirks.
Buffy grins and throws him a look, before pulling on her robe. Both partners make their way downstairs and into the kitchen. Spike leans back against the island to watch Buffy pad around in bare feet, pouring herself a glass of juice. He smiles, watching her perform her daily routine, wondering at how he was now a part of that. Buffy smiles at him as she catches him staring, padding softly over to him and kissing him softly with citrus flavored lips. The kiss deepens automatically and she sets the glass down with nerveless fingers. Just then a small sound off to the left breaks through their little barrier. Buffy pulls away and looks across the kitchen with heavy-lidded eyes, just in time to see Dawn walk in, eyes closed, stifling a yawn.
“DAWN!” she yelps.
Buffy shoves Spike down beneath the countertop, hiding him from Dawn’s view just as the teenager’s eyes fly wide at her sister’s startled greeting.
“Morning, Buffy.” She says, smirking slightly from memories of last night. Taking in Buffy’s obvious bed-head hair and nervous manner, she doubted Spike had left last night. In fact…
“Morning, Spike.” She says with raised eyebrows, a devious smile creeping onto her face.
Buffy’s eyes widen even further, and Spike pushes her hand off of his head. He rises up slowly, glancing at a stunned Buffy, then at a very amused Dawn.
“Morning, Nibblet.” He returns, ashamed.
Buffy finally finds her voice again and starts gesturing frantically.
“Wha...how-how did you...“ for some reason, she just can’t form coherent phrases today.
Dawn raises an eyebrow and, looking far too old for her age, rolls her eyes and smirks.
“Ok, first...I'm glad you two finally stopped being so stupid and got together. Second...you really should put a pillow or something behind the headboard.”
Buffy looks on the verge of fainting and Spike, although shocked and ashamed at Dawn hearing them, tries to keep from bursting out in nervous laughter. Dawn shrugs and grabs Buffy’s juice before heading back upstairs. She’s nearly giddy with happiness, but too much of a blasé teenager to show it. Her best friend and her sister were finally together. Nothing could go wrong today…
“Nothing else can go wrong today…” Buffy mumbles, quite unhappy with her sister’s apparent knowledge of the birds and the bees. Spike, trying to comfort her, pulls her to him, planting a small kiss on the side of her neck.
Just then Xander strolls into the kitchen, ready to take Dawn to school, and stops short in a comical cartoonish screeching halt.
“Holy retinal deterioration, Batman!” he yelps.
Buffy and Spike jump apart, both startled at Xander’s outburst. Xander regains his senses and grabs a wooden spoon off of the island.
“Spike! Shirtless! And, here! And trying to bite Buffy! And...I’m gonna hafta kill you now!” he shouts disjointedly.
Buffy moves swiftly to intervene grabbing, Xander’s wrist and taking the spoon away.
“Xander, no!” she reprimands.
“But, Buffy! Evil Undead here was trying to suck you lifeless!” he shouts.
From off to the side-
“What?!” from Willow.
Buffy’s eyes once again widen to the point of saucer-likeness as she sets the spoon on the countertop and groans.
“Buffy! What’s Spike doing here? And...why doesn’t he have all his clothes on? What’s going on?” Willow rushes.
Buffy gulps and looks pleadingly up at Spike. He gazes back down at her, but doesn’t say anything. His message was clear. It’s up to her. Buffy turns and faces her friends, nervous laughter bubbling up in her throat and escaping in a high-pitched burst.
“I-I know, what this must look like...and, Spike and I were just...um, about to cook Dawn breakfast!” she finishes lamely.
“Shirtless?” Xander deadpans.
Buffy looks anxiously from Xander to Willow.
“Well, well, um...no, but...“ she can’t think of anything to explain their current state of undress.
“Look guys...“ she glances back at Spike, gaining strength from the surprised pleasure in his eyes at his realization that she’s about to tell them the truth. “The fact is, Spike and I are...lovers, now. And before you say anything, this isn’t a spell, and I’m not a robot. This is my choice. Please, just try to accept it.”
Willow and Xander both stand in shock for a few seconds, taking the information in and their brains barely processing it.
“But, Buffy--!” Willow begins.
“No! This is not open for discussion. Willow, I REALLY don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do right now.” She says coldly.
Willow drops her eyes, lowering her head in shame.
“And Xander, I’ve accepted that you’re engaged to a 1,000 year-old ex-demon who’s caused centuries of pain and torment. Don’t you dare be a hypocrite and judge my choice to be with Spike.” She continues.
Xander looks furious for a second, then realizes the truth of her words.
“Guys, it’s going to take time for you, and ME, to get used to this. So, why don’t we just talk about this tomorrow? It’ll give us time to deal.” Buffy says softly.
Xander and Willow nod, both turning to take their leave. Xander goes out to his car to wait for Dawn, and Willow goes back up to her room, still weak and tired from withdrawl.
Later that night…
Dawn had arrived home from school to the first real happy home she had had since Buffy’s death. She, Buffy and Spike had ordered pizza and rented movies, laughing and talking and having a great time. Buffy seemed to be truly happy for once, and Dawn couldn’t be more pleased with her new family. Buffy and Spike had gone off to patrol, Dawn had retreated to her room to do homework, still avoiding Willow. Buffy and Spike had arrived home late, their patrol having taken longer with makeout sessions thrown into the mix.
Dawn sat up in bed, the alarm clock on her dresser reading 3:12AM. Wondering what had woken her, she tilts her head to one side and listens closely. After a few seconds of silence, she picks up on the strange noise.
~thud--thud--thud--thud--~
Groaning, she rolls back over and throws a pillow over her head. Maybe having those two together at long last DID have it’s draw backs.
Spike was feverently kissing ever inch of Buffy’s flesh he could reach, whilst he pounded into her from above, bracing himself with his hands on either side of Buffy’s head. Buffy’s hips were eagerly meeting him thrust for thrust. She called out to him, her voice strained and breathless---
“Spike..“
Spike grunts.
“Buffy..“
Buffy gasps, a few short moans escaping her before she continues.
“Spike--we--we--unh--“
A few more deep thrusts and she was nearly mindless, trying desperately to remember what she had to tell him.
“We--oh!--we forgot--the--unh--pillow!” she finally manages to gasp out.
Spike, not breaking stride, reaches back and grabs a carelessly tossed aside pillow, placing it behind the headboard. Buffy sighs in relief and then moans as he begins thrusting even faster and harder into her hot depths.
“Oh God! Oh God--Spike!” she screams roughly as she comes.
“Buffy!--ugh!” he growls, following her.
“I CAN STILL HEAR YOU!” Dawn shouts from her bedroom.
The End
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