I've Tasted It


Written by: Marguerite


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Summary: Very loosely based on spoilers from Gone.
Spoilers: up to and including Wrecked
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I'm just borrowing them from Joss for a little while. This fic is based on spoilers I've read about the episode Gone. I do not have any privileged information this just popped into my head. If this actually happens on the show... I'd love to know how they get this first scene passed the sensors.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Estepheia for being a terrific beta. Feedback: Yes please - I'd love to hear what you really think... Marguerite_26@hotmail.com


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Buffy frantically lifted her head to see and the mess of blond curls currently positioned between her legs. With the use of a single finger and a very talented tongue, Spike was driving her insane. Tangled together in the basement of a recently demolished house, their sweat covered bodies tingled from hours of playing. The petit blond tilted her hips just slightly and let out a slow moan as the speed and pressure increased. Her hips began to rock to match each stroke until she finally cried out in release.

Buffy sat up in bed panting. Swearing to herself that garlic and crosses could not keep out the vampire that entered her mind every night. Real vampires she could handle, even Spike she could easily keep at bay when she wanted to. Recently cold insults were her response to his flurry of insinuations and offers. He would smile knowingly but drop the subject or walk away. He'd been making it pretty easy on her to live without facing that things had changed. The vampire in her dreams, on the other hand, was what worried her. There was no escape from that. Even now, awake and alone in her bed she could still feel the effect of his every touch that night. Her body, even now, was still hot and sensitive... alert and waiting.

Frustrated, she laid back down and turned onto her side. She closed her eyes for a moment but a flash of a pale lean body rubbing against her quickly had her wide awake again. It had been weeks and still the memories and the frustration kept her awake at night. She often felt irritable and irrational during the day. She could not find any peace of mind.. at least not from any place she cared to look for it.

Laying on her back she let her thoughts wander again. As one of her favorite memories filled her head, she allowed her hand to travel down into her panties and slowly manipulate her already swollen clit. In her head Spike was behind her, licking and nipping at her neck and shoulder. She remembered the rush of adrenaline when she realized that he could easily take her life. She would have been too distracted to react in time if he had chosen to tighten his grasp and bite down. She wondered if the thought had crossed his mind, even for a second. She thought of it every night but with more passion then fear. Her memories of that moment continued and she could practically feel him slip inside her from behind as they lay together on their sides. His movements were dizzyingly slow as he gracefully moved his hips back and forth. Just as exciting as their first almost vicious coupling but the second time was so much more. With every stroke Spike was telling her something. Something that she was not ready to hear. As her fantasy progressed, as did the movement of her fingers. Soon one hand was moving slender fingers deep inside her and another hand teased at her nub. The pace increased steadily until her insides began to spasm and her body quivered from weeks of arousal left without satisfaction. With a content smile on her face she drift off to sleep.

*******

At seven o'clock the next morning Buffy's alarm clock rang. With a sigh she quieted it, rose and headed to take a shower. As she walked through the hall she nearly bumped into Dawn, who didn't even appear to see her. Buffy managed a mumbled 'hey' before heading into the washroom.

Standing under the hot water Buffy grumbled to herself as usual about how tired she was. But she really wasn't all that tired she realized. Actually she felt better then she had in a long while. It was like a weight had been lifted. Maybe it was just a good night's sleep finally. Definitely a good night's sleep. She smiled to herself. * There's nothing really wrong about what I did. Perfectly natural. * She thought to herself. *And if it makes me a happy Buffy in the morning all the better... like eating cake without any calories*

Still smiling at her new found 'workaround' Buffy dried herself off and wrapped a large pink towel around herself. Looking in the mirror for the first time, she frowned. It was oddly too fogged up to even show her reflection. Grabbing a towel, she quickly wiped the mirror down to reveal the wall behind her and what appeared to be a floating towel. Confused, Buffy tentatively reach a hand out to the mirror until one of her fingers touched it, but still no reflection appeared. She repeated the action with the hand still holding the towel and watched the towel reach the mirror but still no hand that was clasped around it.

"Willow?" Buffy hollered through the hallway hoping the witch might be able to explain the mirror trick but soon remembered that Willow had planned to head out early. "Dawn?"

Dawn jogged up the stairs and headed towards her room. Buffy watched in amazement as Dawn walked directly passed her, entered her room and closed the door.

"Dawn! What's going on?" Buffy raised her voice at the closed door. "Come on, Dawnie. Stop playing around. You're are wiggin' me out here."

Buffy knocked loudly at the closed door. "Dawn! Are you mad or something?"

The bedroom door quickly opened and Dawn popped her head out and looked left and right. Shrugging her shoulders the young brunette let out a rather loud "What?" in the direction of Buffy's room. "Buffy? What do you want, I'm going to be late for school."

"Dawn... I'm right behind you. Why are you yelling?" Her older sister questioned.

"Buffy? Did you want something? Buffy?" Dawn yelled out as she moved from room to room adding "God... she is so annoying" in a mumbled whine.

Buffy stood in astonishment in the hallway and watched Dawn search for her, talking about her as if she wasn't there. Giving up the search, Dawn returned to her room and exited again with her coat on. She walked directly passed Buffy without even looking at her and walked out the front door.

After staring at the closed front door for a few minutes Buffy decided to get ready without the aid of a mirror as the one in her bedroom seemed to be broken as well. Fed, dressed and makeup-less Buffy headed out to the Magic Box for some answers.

*******

Buffy let herself into the Magic Box and was surprised to find no one in the main area even though it was still before the store opened.

"I'll check what that was" She heard Anya's voice coming from the training room.

"Hi Anya!" Buffy smiled as she walked up to the ex-demon "Do you know anything about mirrors that don't act right?"

Anya looked around and turned back towards the training room "It was nothing... I told you Willow said she wouldn't be in and Buffy's never here before ten o'clock. Now lets get on with this... we only have an hour before the shop needs to open and I don't want to waste your day off"

"Anya? Anya! It's Buffy. What the hell is wrong with everybody?" Buffy blurted out and followed Anya into the training room. Buffy stared wide- eyed at Xander, who was on the mat in the middle of the training room. His shirt was off and he was working on removing his belt.

"An hour eh? I think we can squeeze in some Xander lovin' in an hour" Xander gave Anya a silly smile and pulled her onto the floor with him.

"Ok... but I don't want to use the gym horse. When we fell off last time you almost broke your wrist."

"But it was still lots of fun before the falling part..." Xander began to unbutton Anya blouse and caress her breasts.

"Oh god... this isn't happening..." Buffy stammered as she began to back up toward the door. "I think I'm going to be traumatized by this worse then hearing about my mother and Giles."

"I've got an idea, if we can lean one of these mats up against the wall...." Was all Buffy needed to hear before darting out of the training room.

Buffy walked through the streets, paying attention to how everyone seemed to ignore her completely. No one attempted to move around her on the side walks. There was no eye contact or even occasional glances. Cars did not slow down as she tried to cross the street. It felt too much like she didn't exist.

With Dawn in school, Anya and Xander occupied and Willow running an errand there was only one place left to turn. Putting on her best resolve face, not that it would matter, she headed towards Spike's crypt. Since it was morning he should be there, possibly sleeping. Hopefully not doing anything disgusting. She quickly reminded herself that the very thing she was referring to as 'disgusting' she had happily indulged in last night herself.

******

Buffy quietly entered Spike's crypt and found it very dark and very quiet. With no candles lit anywhere it was almost impossible to see. Slowly her eyes adjusted, allowing her to see a small flickering light coming from the level below.

As she descended the ladder she heard the low rumble of Spike's accent address her. "So... Slayer... decide to pay me an early visit?" with a cockey smirk he added "Care to join me in a little cat nap?"

"Don't you ever stop?" Buffy shook her head in mock annoyance and walked over to Spike. The vampire was laid out on his bed with only his tight black jeans. His arms were crossed behind his head and his eyes closed. He would have looked peaceful if not for that half smile that played on his lips.

"What's wrong Slayer afraid I might bite?" Spike chuckled to himself and finally sat up. "Alright, pet, what is it this time." He looked around the room ignoring Buffy standing at the foot of his bed. "Slayer?" He walked towards the ladder and looked up. "Buffy? I know you're still here."

Buffy watched the bleach blond walk around the lower level in confusion. "Spike? What is wrong with everybody? Why can't anybody see me?"

"Come on Buffy... is there something you want? I'd like to get some sleep and I can't do that if you're setting my slayer warnings off." After a thorough search of his crypt with Buffy following behind he finally laid down again

"Spike you know I'm here just try to see me. Please. I need you to see me... you're the only one who even noticed me." Buffy knelt on the floor beside the bed.

Spike took in a deep breath and smiled "When I close my eyes it's like you're right here. I can smell you every where. I can hear your heart beat.... Blood hell that girl's got me loosing my marbles"

"Alright, I'm going to try something... but it's not 'cause I'm trying anything... I'm just seeing if this will work... so don't look into this or anything... ok?" Buffy bit her lip and looked for the response she knew wouldn't come. Leaning over, she gently brushed her lips against Spike's. The vampire immediately responded by moving closer and increasing pressure of the kiss. Buffy tentatively stroked his cool lips with her tongue and they parted eagerly. His hand began to play with hair as he urged her off the floor and onto the bed. "Buffy..." She heard him moan as their bodies began to rub against each other seeking friction.

Buffy saw his blue eyes appear behind his heavy lids and then widen in shock. He quickly moved away from her as if looking at her could burn him.

"Spike... wait... please. It's me. Buffy. I know you can't see or hear me but you can feel me. You know it's me. Please I need your help." Buffy pleated. Buffy gingerly grabbed his hand. Spike, still confused but more then a little curious, allowed his hand to be moved. Buffy slowly maneuvered the vampire's hand so that it traced out her face. Buffy watched his reaction as he began to recognize each of her features with the curves of the soft skin he was touching. Slowly she moved his hand down to lay just above her left breast.

"Buffy?" Spike uttered in a confused voice. "What happened to you? You know I can't see you right? I guess you figured that out..."

She smiled and kissed him.

Spike licked his lips and smirked "I'll never get tired of the taste of you..." and leaned in for another kiss, but Buffy quickly ducked leaving him kissing the rush of wind that was created by her movement.

"Hey! Slayer! That's not playing fair."

Buffy giggled as she dove back onto the bed, her weight hitting the bed causing it to squeak. Within seconds Spike was on top of her easily picking up her heartbeat now that he knew not to rely on sight.

"So Slayer... are you here looking for help with your disappearing act...." Spike leaned so that he was barely brushing her ear and in a thick access added "or are you planning on bringing the house down again."

Buffy felt her own heartbeat increase and knew that was all the answer that this vampire would need. Soon, a cool tongue flicked out to tease her ear lobe and moved down to trace a slick line down her neck. Memories of last night flooded back to her. She had brought herself to climax so easily at the thought of this same action. She was brought back to reality as Spike began to blow cool air on the wet trail. Her entire body shivered at the sensation.

"Liked that, did you? Thought you might... something so sexy about a neck..." Soon her neck was covered with wet kisses and little nibbles. Spike continued his attentions for what seems like hours, alternately tender caressed and soft scraping with blunt teeth. Never touching her other then ears, neck and sometimes her collarbone. Buffy just sat there letting herself get driven wild, moaning contently even though no one had the benefit of hearing it.

******

"Spike! Spike! Are you here?" Buffy heard a familiar voice call from upstairs.

"Xander." The lovers whispered to each other in synch.

After a second delay, Spike yelled "Go away"

"Well, I can't. I need to talk to you ... about Buffy. There might be something bad going on." They heard Xander shout back.

"I'm sure everything's fine... just... go away." Spike responded again. Buffy looked at him disapprovingly and realized that she couldn't communicate with her usual glares. Gently she removed herself from his grasp and began to pull at his hand. Reluctantly, he moved off the bed towards the ladder.

"You be a good girl and wait here. I'm not done with you yet" Spike spoke softly in her general direction.

Buffy could hear a muffled 'bloody hell' and finally "Uh.. er... right... I'll.. uh.. be up in a sec." as Spike ran his fingers through his hair and threw on a long shirt to hide his erection before heading up the ladder.

The conversation upstairs could clearly be heard on the lower level.

"What do you want?" The blond vampire snapped.

"It's about Buffy. " Xander began. "We think there might be something going on around town and we can't seem to find her anywhere. Weird stuff ... like things floating in mid-air"

Buffy grumbled about the timing but knew that whatever was making her invisible was probably something she needed to deal with. She found a pad of paper and pen on the bar and jotted down a quick note. She knew Spike would be furious at her for leaving, but she couldn't let this thing with Spike, what ever it was, interfere with her responsibilities.

"And you thought she might be here with me?" Spike responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, not 'with' you... with you... just maybe here. We thought she came here sometimes... to talk. "

Buffy quietly emerged from the lower level, hoping that the confrontation with Xander would distract Spike enough to not sense her presence.

"Not bloody likely. I haven't seen her. So don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Xander turned to walk out the door, shoulders rigid in frustration and unaware that he had gotten what he came for.

Buffy silently followed him to the Magic Box. She would announce her invisible self to the entire gang once they arrived. For now she was lost in her own thoughts, wondering what Spike reaction would be to her note. Buffy sighed and tried to concentrate at the problem at hand. First she had to get herself visible again. She had plenty of time to worry about her promise to Spike later.

*****

Hours later Buffy was pacing her bedroom, knowing that Spike would be there any minute. The offer was simple:

I have to go.

Stop by at midnight and I'll make up for leaving.

I promise.

Buffy.

Only now it wasn't so simple. She had spent most of the day thinking about tonight. Even as she had the three idiots arrested for accidentally making her and half the town invisible, she was struggling with what her note implied. How could she help Willow overcome her addiction and be a hypocrite by giving into her own temptations. Kissing Spike this morning, she knew she was playing with fire. Eventually there would be a point of no return, where all the denial in the world would not convince herself that she felt nothing. For now, all the spontaneous kisses and great sex was still meaningless until she openly admitted that she really wanted whatever it was that Spike was offering. She still wasn't sure what tonight's invitation really meant.

"Evenin' Slayer."

Buffy turned to see Spike gracefully enter her window. He walked towards her looking like a predator proudly hunting a defenseless prey. Her heart fluttered in a unique combination of fear, excitement and anticipation that only this blond vampire could produce. The way her body reacted to watching him approach it was clear that he made her feel more alive then all the hours she had spent with Riley combined and the memory of his touch burned in her more then any of the soft words Angel ever spoke. As she walked towards him, she resolved to give into to what the night had to offer. It was time to stop running from what she was feeling.

"Waiting for me?" He whispered as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. Buffy smiled, her decision having been made and responded "As a matter of fact, I was." Tilting her head towards his, she kissed him slowly and tenderly, giving herself over completely. Emotions flooded through her and she realized that she hadn't kissed anyone so passionately since the night Angel lost his soul.

Buffy moved away slightly to end the kiss. When she opened her eyes she saw Spike staring at her in awe. His facial expression mirrored the one he wore standing at the bottom of her stairs the night she was brought back.

"Buffy?" He questioned nervously. Buffy understood by the look on his face that he never truly expected to be welcomed into her heart. He knew something was different. The desperation was gone. He was being kissed by the real Buffy, not a panicked girl grasping at anything.

Giving him a mischievous wink in response, she led him to the bed where she planned to relive some of her favorite memories.


The End




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