Just Give It To Me


Written by: Pandora


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Summary: Buffy gets what she wants.
Spoilers: Only one small thing from season 6, very small.
Distribution: Those who already have my permission, feel free. Anyone else, please let me know.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, they don't belong to me, but to Joss.
Dedication: To Merrie for always being a great person and for beta-reading the entire finished version of this story at a moment's notice. She is a magnificent friend.
Special Thanks: To Gillian for beta-reading, to Richess, Vera, Licious, Barb, Poppet, Mirya, Hailey, Munchkin, and Linda for reading this story along with two others. You all helped me out a bunch.
Feedback: Spike-is-Sexy@att.net


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"You know, I really shouldn't be doing this," she told him as she ripped his shirt off in the alcove near his bed.

"Then why're ya?" he asked.

"Well...it must be the way you look without a shirt...and you know...I *can't* see your rock-hard chest if it's on," she replied, a rough edge tingeing her voice. "And you know what? This is what I want. So stop asking questions and give it to me."

He growled at these words. He had dreamed of this happening for years; he could wonder about the why's and the wherefore's later. Now he just wanted to touch her, to taste her, to smell her, to get as *far* into her as possible and *not* just physically. These thoughts had him panting needless breaths. He could smell her lust and it built his own fervor to a boiling pitch.

He lost no time in tearing the flimsy tank top from her shoulders. At the sight of her bare breasts, he could not stop himself. He reached forward to grasp them both gently, sighing at the incredible softness of her skin. He looked intensely into her eyes, seeing nothing but acceptance and need, and kissed her deeply. She passionately returned the kiss, clutching the back of his head and pulling him roughly to her, as if she wished for them to be sucked into each other's bodies.

He then leaned down and placed his mouth against her right breast, longing to suck her sweet flesh, all the while cupping the left in his hand, moving his fingers lightly around it. He covered the right breast with his cold mouth and then slowly began moving his tongue around the circumference, starting at the base, swirling his way up, each circle becoming progressively smaller as he worked his way up to the nipple.

When he neared the top, he lovingly sucked the rosy circle into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the hard peak at the summit, revelling in the scent of vanilla and musk; the scent of the woman he loved. As he moved his tongue off her right breast and trailed it across her chest to proffer the same attention to the left, he heard her speak, words that made his non- beating heart pound with joy.

"Ah...Spike, why did I wait so long?" she said in a voice roughened by passion, not even aware that she had said it.

At her words, he pushed her to his new bed. He backed her up against the mattress, her hips not even coming to the top of it, and placed his hands on the waistband of her faded jeans with a question in his eyes. He didn't want to do anything to scare her away and even though her actions said she wanted this, he still hesitated. She trailed her hands down his chest, admiring the view as she did so and stopped when she reached his waistband.

She slipped her warm fingers between the band and his skin, slowly bringing them to the center, unhooking the first button, then the next. He was panting again at this new sensation when she leaned in, stepping up on her tippy-toes and whispered into his ear, "Well, what are you waiting for, Spike? I can't very well feel you inside me with my pants still on..."

Stunned, he stood there for a fraction of a second, as his mind registered those longed-for words. Regaining his senses, he quickly unzipped her pants just as she undid the last button on his. He pushed the waistband over her slim hips and they fell to the ground. She was wearing a tiny pair of white cotton bikini underwear and he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

The powerful scent of her arousal assailed him as he grasped her waste, sliding his hands down to her hips to pull her closer to him. He bent his head to kiss her again, this woman he loved more than he had ever loved another person, place, or thing in his entire existence.

As they kissed, their tongues tangling against each other, he slid his left hand into her panties, cupping her left buttock. He trailed his hand lightly under the cheek, his touch sending a trail of goosebumps up her arm as he weaved his way to the front. When he felt the curls at the juncture of her thighs, he thought he had never felt anything so wonderful before, but he was soon to see that he had been mistaken.

He slowly parted the curls, sliding his fingers down her inner passage which was slickened by her desire. He brushed against her clit as he did so. She gasped, her eyes opening at the precise moment his did. Their eyes locked in the realization that it was truly happening.

Buffy leaned toward the beautiful vampire, softly kissing his bottom lip as he lifted her by her hips and sat her upon the bed. He then removed her white panties and viewed her completely naked for the first time. He knew instantly that he was seeing a beauty that could rival the sun, and the love he felt for her swelled up into his throat.

The next thing he knew, she had pushed his pants down to the ground. Taking her lead he quickly stepped out of them as soon as they fell. He gently pushed her back onto the king-sized bed, her golden hair fanning out around her face. He kneeled above her, then leaned down to kiss her lips before kissing a trail down her body to reach her most delicate area. His lips met her nether lips and he circled her clit with his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure, making her gasp. Then the ravenous vampire moved his tongue lower to circle the opening between her thighs, causing her to moan at the exquisite torture he was visiting upon her body. He continued his loving ministrations on her, loving the taste of her, the smell of her; loving every single part of her, body *and* soul.

He knew she was ready, and prepared himself to watch her joy, when he felt her hands upon his head and heard her muttering to him.

"Spike...no...please...Spike...no..."

He quickly stopped what he was doing and climbed above her on the bed, a question in his eyes.

"What is't, love?"

She looked at him with her soulful eyes and grinned. "I just want to come the first time with you inside me," she said, pulling his head down to kiss her, tasting herself upon his lips and his tongue. "Please," she breathlessly asked him.

He felt his non-beating heart skip a beat. Even with all the touching and the kissing, he was still having a hard time believing it was true, but there she was in all her shining, golden, sun-like glory asking him to let her come when he was inside her. His prayers had been answered and he *didn't* even pray.

"I love you so much, Buffy. SO much," he told her as they kissed, not expecting a response from her, but seeing a certain light in her eyes that he did not yet recognize. His befuddled mind filed it away for further examination later. "Thank you for giving this to me."

While he was speaking, her right hand had grasped his hard member and brought it down to her wet spot, causing him to gasp at the pleasant sensation. She gazed deeply into his eyes as her small hands guided his thick shaft to the opening of her body. She smiled into his blue eyes as she opened her legs wide to ease his passage into her core. Then she kissed her vampire lover, and with a passion-filled voice, whispered, "Come to me, Baby."

Spike growled at her provocative words and pushed himself slowly into her tight, wet passage, feeling her walls envelope his shaft as he pushed deeper. Finally, his entire length had been swallowed up in her, in his Buffy. He was drowning in the sensation of being completely covered by his love.

He heard her gasp as he pushed and knew she was adjusting to the feel of him inside of her, too. Buffy wrapped her legs around him as she smiled. "This feels SO good," she murmured against his skin as her lips rained kisses upon his rock-hard chest. "Why, oh why, did I wait so long?" she asked as he started to slowly move inside her, joining him as he gradually increased the pace.

Their two bodies were joined in a perfect rhythm, as if they had been built for each other, having none of the awkwardness that had marked previous relationships for both of them. Spike was experiencing a new sexual experience for himself. His mind was not just focused upon the physical; he was also having many emotionally based thoughts at the same time and this seemed to be enhancing the experience for him. For once he truly felt whole.

Buffy flipped them over quickly, and started moving up and down upon his shaft. His hands reached out to her hips and helped take the pressure off her legs. Spike stared at her chest bobbing up and down, watching her golden hair fall across her face as she came down and then fall back a little as she went up and marvelled anew at the strength of the love he felt for this tiny woman. He then did his own flipping to put her underneath him again. He wanted to be able to kiss her soft lips and it was much easier for him to do when he was on top.

As he started their rhythm again, Buffy held tightly to him, wrapping her legs around him like a vice in an endeavour to pull him into her further. She had never felt such an overpowering need to be closer to another person. Not with Angel and certainly not Riley.

Spike knew just what she was looking for and maneuvered himself in such a way as to fulfill her need and his at the same time. Their chests were completely touching and he was nearly lying on top of her, but he held himself slightly off her, not wanting to cause her discomfort. Buffy disagreed with this and pulled him down completely, wanting to feel his weight upon her, wanting to feel everything he had, to have their bodies touching completely.

When they were melded together as closely as possible, their in sync movements quickened and Spike could tell that Buffy was close to the edge. He pulled away from her slightly, wanting to see her face as she experienced her first orgasm with him.

Her eyes were closed at that moment and he marvelled yet again at her beauty. She opened them slightly, looking at him in a manner filled with tenderness, something he had never really seen before from her, then pulled him down to kiss him. He then felt her body begin to shake and the muscles inside her vagina contract.

"Oh, my God! Spike!" she screamed as he studied the face he loved so much.

As her orgasm continued, she opened her eyes again and looked him directly in the eyes. She pulled his face closer to her and kissed him, a kiss filled with tenderness. As she neared the final throes of her passion, her voice filled the room.

"Spike...oh Spike! Spike...I LOVE YOU!" she cried out, surprising both him and herself. She hadn't intended to tell him at that moment, but somehow the words slipped out of her. She looked at him in trepidation, wondering how he was going to take this. His eyes filled with light as the words registered.

Her words sang in his brain, filling him with a joy he didn't know existed. He let go of his hard-won control, and the sweet release swept through him, creating the most powerful and phenomenal orgasm he had ever experienced. The excitement from being inside her combined with hearing she loved him back was a much too powerful drug. He exploded.

When they both came down from their highs, he looked again at Buffy and felt a warmth in his heart he had not felt for a very long time. They looked at each other, both of them with tears in their eyes.

"When did you know?" he asked his Slayer.

"I don't know," she responded. "It's been coming up on me a long time, but I...I...I just don't know," she stammered out.

"Shhh, Babe. Don't worry. 'S not important. I'm *very* happy with the result, though." Spike leaned down to kiss his love softly. "Do ya know how much I love you?"

"How much?" Buffy asked him, longing to hear his words.

"More than my own life or unlife as it may be." He grinned. "More than all of the warm blood in the world, more than I used to love the violence of the kill, *even* more than my DUSTER..." at this she grinned. He leaned down to kiss her again. "Buffy, I love you more than anything and everything. I know that is something that people say all of the time, but I mean it with every ounce of my being. You are my sunshine. You are my life. You *are* my everything."

Buffy looked at Spike for a few minutes after taking in what she meant to him. She didn't speak, just stared intently into his eyes. After a few more minutes of this, he coughed nervously.

"Buffy, love... where are you? Did I lose ya somewhere with my daft poetry?" he quirked one eyebrow.

Seeing this, she giggled. "You know, Spike, that's a very nice look for you. Makes my stomach go pitter- patter..." her voice trailed off and he knew she was bracing herself to say something that wasn't going to be easy for her.

She looked at his face and lightly caressed his cheek with her hand. "I had no idea you thought of me in that way." She kissed his beautiful lips. "It makes me feel strange."

"Why, Buffy? You have felt love before." He returned her kiss, his heart aching to help her understand she deserved the love she received.

"It's just...well..." her eyes dipped down, attempting to hide herself from his gaze. He was having none of that and placed his hand on her chin, tilting her head up.

"What, love? You can tell me anything. *Anything*."

She studied him, this vampire who always seemed to know what she was feeling and pulled his face down to hers with both hands. She kissed him again before taking a deep breath, steadying herself to tell him the truth.

"Spike," she began, her voice quavering, "*that's* why I love you."

His eyes held a question, waiting for the answer he knew was coming.

"You know me. You know me better than anyone else and you *still* love me. You love me in a way that I don't think Angel was capable of. I *know* Riley wasn't. You make me feel special, precious, warm. You make me *want* to live. Forever. It scares me. I don't know how to deal." She turned her eyes down again, bracing herself, for what, she didn't know.

Spike's heart skipped a non-existent beat. She really loved him and knew he loved her. Although this should have been painfully clear from her previous actions, it still made him feel incredibly happy to hear the words spoken. He laughed in joy, pulling her on top of his chest.

"Buffy, you've given me the world. Thank you, love of my life." Then, with a deliciously wicked grin on his face, he kissed her and said, "Now...what do you say we break the bed in some more, eh?"


The End




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