well I'm just sitting here
wondering what
happened with this love
one that could never be spoken
of
though i wanted to
“Well, well, Slayer. Looks like
you’ve got some stones, after all!” Spike smiled at Buffy while she poured
herself another shot of whiskey. When she scrunched up her face and shuddered
while the bitter liquid burned a trail down her throat, the peroxide blonde
smirked, and gulped down his own shot without blinking an eye.
“Yup! I
told you I have lots of stones!” Buffy’s head lolled back slightly, and she
giggled as she spoke. Upon seeing Spike’s smirk grow, she made a face of pure
concentration and straightened herself out to the best of her ability. She
balanced herself on one arm as she continued to speak, and tried to act like the
alcohol wasn’t affecting her. “Ya see, Spike. I’m a Slayer. Slay-er. I can
handle this. But look at you, all drunk and drunkish! I could out-drink you any
day!”
”Is that so, pet?” Spike reached out a hand to pull her into a full
sitting position, really wishing that he could just kiss her. He knew better
than to let his dreams interfere with his reality though, and settled for
proving the Slayer wrong, instead. If he couldn’t have her, he might as well
tease her a bit.
The vampire’s smirk grew even more as he let go of
Buffy’s hand and swiftly poked her in the forehead. A surprised gasp escaped her
mouth before she toppled backwards with a drunken thud.
“Spike! That was
so not fair! I swear I’m not drunk!” Her words came out slowly, with each
syllable carefully pronounced. With his help, she sat up again, and gave him a
defiant glare. His mouth started to twitch, and she could tell that he was
bordering on hysterical laughter.
“Alright, that’s it! C’mon, you and
me! Show me what you’ve got. Another shot for each of us.” Buffy continued to
glare at him while she waited for him to pour the whiskey into their
glasses.
“You sure about that, Buffy? Wouldn’t want your groupies to
think I’m trying to corrupt their poor lil’ Slayer.” Of course, he poured the
liquor as he spoke.
“I have groupies?” Buffy’s face took on a look of
wonder and pride, which cause Spike to laugh even more. “Oh, you mean them. With
the day I’ve had, I think they’d understand. Or at least they’d pretend to. Do
you even know what I’ve gone through today?”
She looked at him, and
didn’t even give him a chance to respond before she continued. “I’ve had my life
fly by in fast forward. I got fired by Xander. By Xander! I had to work in
retail, and watch a mummy hand play with a pair of tongs! I had to wear a
friggin name tag, Spike!
“It’s too late for me to register for school. I
have bills to pay, and no job to get money from. I was in heaven, and torn out
by my friends. So, I think I deserve some more damn tequila if I want some!”
Spike looked back at her, ignoring the emotions that coursed through
him. “It’s whiskey, light weight.” He stared at her with a small smile, and
reveled in the light laughter that escaped her lips. Picking up a shot for each
of them, Spike clinked glasses with Buffy and drank down the liquor.
and i know what you want.
you want me to
take away the pain.
make it all safe and sane inside of
you.
and you know i want to.
“Does
it ever get any easier?” Buffy’s question came from out of the blue, and threw
Spike off for a moment. Her eyes pleaded with him to just say what she needed to
hear, rather than tell her the truth.
“No, I reckon it never does.
You’ll fight, you’ll slay, you’ll hurt, you’ll cry. But you’ll love, you’ll
smile, you’ll shag, and you’ll laugh too. There’s gonna be good times and bad,
pet. But it will never be easy.” Spike spoke with honesty, telling her what she
didn’t want to hear, but what needed to be said.
“But I don’t want it to
hurt any more. Can’t you just make the pain go away?” Buffy forgot her
drunkenness for a moment, and expressed more vulnerability than she had in a
long time.
“I wish I could make it go away, but truth is, nobody can.
You’ve just gotta be strong, like I know you are. Cuz you see, pet, you’re not
the schoolgirl. You’re not the shop girl. You’re a creature of darkness- like
me. Try on my world. See how good it feels.” The vampire gazed at her intently
while he spoke.
Buffy’s gaze met his, and she flashed her most innocent
expression at him. “Does your world have more rum?”
Spike let out an
earnest chuckle and poured her another shot. “It’s whiskey, pet. And my world
has plenty of it.” He poured another shot for himself. “In fact, it’s really not
as bad as you’d expect. Give it a try?”
Buffy nodded wordlessly, and let
Spike help her to her feet. Her feet didn’t cooperate with her as well as she
would have liked them to, and she stumbled into the vampire. His arms grabbed
her around the waist, steadying her, and he flashed her a cocky grin. Taking in
a deep breath, she unconsciously let the wall she had let separate herself from
the world with for so long come crashing down.
“Show me your world,
Spike.”
first there's you then there's me.
and
with the booze it makes it three
not quite the lucky
number
but it was for me
“So, what
do you think, luv?” Spike yelled over the loud, upbeat sound of music radiating
from the speakers. They sat at a small fluorescent table across the room from
the stage, where a demon band was playing a rowdy punk set. Strobe lights
flashed from every corner of the private club and made everything look like it
was moving either really fast or really slow. Almost a whole bottle of whiskey
made it hard for Buffy to decide which.
“Come dance with me, Spike!”
Buffy tugged lightly on his arm, trying to urge him to get out on the floor with
him. She stood up slowly, and tilted her glass back to finish off the rest of
her Sex on the Beach in a single gulp.
The vampire shook his head at her
in mock disbelief, and smiled. “Buffy, luv. This isn’t the kind of band that you
dance to. Sing along with, yes. Hop in a mosh pit, definitely. But dance? That’s
easier said than done.”
“Bet I can.”
“Betcha
can’t.”
“Can.”
”Can’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
“Yes I can!”
“Humor
me, luv. How?”
“Easy! Just gotta shimmy around and bob my head!”
“Bob
your… Right then. Let’s dance.”
Buffy gave him a satisfied grin, and led
him to the dance floor, oblivious to where his mind was rapidly traveling. The
demons out on the floor smirked at her, ready to get a real show with the petite
girl out on the rowdy floor. Their smiles faded when she pushed her way past the
one ton demon who stood right up against the stage, and she pulled Spike up
there with her.
The music pumped through her veins, making her feel more
alive than she ever had before. She felt as if all of her problems simply
floated away and made a mental note to thank Spike later. Buffy stood with her
backside pressing up against Spike’s front side. Bodies from all around her
squished into her, pushing her even closer to the vampire behind her. Not even
realizing the effect she was having on him she ground her hips into him, and
moved to the music. Well, moved as accurately as a drunken person could,
anyway.
now i know that i should go
but you just
won't say no.
and with loving like that, loving like
that
i guess i'll just have to show.
well...
tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight…
A mosh pit a few
yards away from them broke out, causing people and demons to get bumped around
wildly. Spike turned Buffy slightly to show her what was going on behind them,
and put a hand on her shoulder in a ‘don’t fuck with her’ gesture.
Chaos
broke out in the middle of the floor, causing those who didn’t want any trouble
to scatter as far away as they could. Some were nearly pushed off the floor,
towards the back of the club. Others got thrown into the growing mosh pit.
Everybody else got pushed forward, and jammed together even more, causing
Spike’s hand to slip from the Slayer’s shoulder, and to get stuck lodged between
the both of them.
Buffy’s eyes widened when she looked down at the hand
firmly stuck on her breast. Spike’s eyes widened when he realized he couldn’t
get his hand free. Two pairs of wide eyes stared at each other with comical
looks of shock on their faces while they stood plastered together with demons
and humans pushing into them from all sides.
The peroxide blonde made a
mental list of things he would miss about the world when they could move again
and Buffy would inevitably stake him. To his surprise, she began to laugh, and
continued dancing to the music. Every bit of movement caused his thumb to brush
against her nipple, causing it to harden under his touch. Her eyes met his when
they both acknowledged that her nipple wasn’t the only hard object between
them.
The Slayer made no move to cease her movement though. On the
contrary, she moved her hips more slowly, causing him to push his hardening
shaft against her while she gyrated against him. His hand got more daring, and
began to tease slow circles across her nipple while she grinded herself into
him. Their eyes never left each other’s as the music continued to pump through
them, and their bodies meshed together, covered in sweat from the heat of the
dance and the press of bodies around them.
Finally the last song of the
set played, and the band said their good-byes. The crowd slowly trickled away to
take a break while the next band set up their equipment, and the former enemies
went up to the bar with their eyes still set on each other.
“Told you I
could dance.” Buffy grinned at Spike mischievously while she sat on a
barstool.
“You’re evil, pet.” A smile spread across his features, amazed
at how different she could be when she didn’t close herself off to
him.
“Welcome to your world, right?” Buffy’s voice dropped to a low
murmur, while she looked into his eyes, and let them speak everything that she
wanted to say.
The bartender broke their gaze and asked what they wanted.
“Two Bloody Mary’s, mate.” Spike turned his head back to Buffy after he placed
their order. There was a twinkle in her eye that he hadn’t seen for a long time.
Not since their engagement spell, actually.
“Will that be with or without
real blood?” The bartender asked them with his back facing them. Buffy’s nose
scrunched up, and she turned to Spike. “How about if we go somewhere a little
less gross? And a little more private.”
Before the bartender even had a
chance to turn around, they were gone.
so what happens here?
should we still play
the game?
should we play it safe and say
what
you want me to?
“So, here we are all alone at a
hotel. What to do, what to do…” Spike spoke quietly as he and Buffy sat at a
small table contemplating their next step. He didn’t want to push her into
anything she didn’t want, but he also knew if they kept playing their little
games, it was bound to happen eventually.
Buffy’s face wrinkled in
concentration while she tried to think of something to do. She wordlessly got up
and walked over to the closet to put her coat in there, and stopped dead in her
tracks when she saw the piece of paper on the other side of the door. A devious
smile played across her face, and she turned to face Spike.
“Spiiiike?”
She replaced her devious grin with the most innocent look she could muster. “Can
I choose what we do?” She batted her eyelashes at him while she waited for his
answer.
The vampire stared at her cautiously, not trusting her innocent
act one bit. “How ‘bout if you fill me in on your lil’ plan, and then I tell you
if I mind?” Buffy looked at the piece of paper, and turned back to him with the
devious glint back in her eyes. “I think I like my idea, pet.”
Buffy then
did the unthinkable. She began to pout. Her lower lip trembled, and she stuck it
out over her top lip. Then her voice broke. “But Spiiiike! I deserve it! After
what I went through earlier!” He looked at her with a feeling of dread, not
wanting to give in. “Spike! Feel bad for me! Hummm.” Buffy pouted even more, and
flashed him the best puppy dog eyes she could.
That broke him. He
couldn’t take it anymore. Laughter bubbled out of him, as he summoned for her to
do as she pleased. All traces of sadness disappeared from her face, and she
jumped up like an eager child on Christmas morning.
”Okay, let’s go
downstairs for a minute. You get more alcohol from the bar, and I’ll go to the
gift shop to get the rest.” Spike shook his head, unable to believe what he put
himself through for her. Still though, he followed her out of the room and went
down to the bar in the lobby.
Spike wasn’t sure of what she would want,
so he decided to play it safe and bring up a bottle of almost every type of
alcohol known to man. When he reopened the door to their room, his mouth fell
open in shock.
“Nu uh, no way! I am not going to do this, Slayer!”
The vampire slowly backed away from the door, while Buffy finished setting up
for her plan.
“Yes you are! Get your undead ass in here! Now!” Buffy
stood up and gave him her most threatening look, while he tried to wheedle his
way out of it.
“Luv, I am a vampire. I do not play… that!” Spike looked
at the colorful little blobs on the floor in trepidation.
“You’ll like
it, Spike! I promise! We can… We can make it a drinking game! If you put your
hand or foot on the wrong color, you have to take a shot. Oooh! And if you
really mess up and use the wrong body part, you have to strip!” Buffy’s voice
bubbled with excitement as she made up the rules to a newly invented
game.
Spike stared at her, void of all emotion. “Drinking Strip Twister.”
He let that sink in, and a slow smile spread across his face. “You’ve got
yourself a deal, Slayer.”
and you know what i want
i want you to
take me away.
i'll go any place that you want me
to.
and you know I want you.
“Right
foot yellow!” Buffy laughed uproariously as Spike tried to position himself the
right way, and only succeeded in relocating his left hand to green. “You’ve
gotta drink! And strip!”
Spike looked at her with an amused grin, and
stepped off the mat completely. He picked up a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and drank
it in one large gulp. He let out a satisfied, yet unneeded breath, and set the
bottle down into the heap that formed in the time they had been playing.
With a delighted look on her face, Buffy started to clap, and then
started yelling out catcalls for him to strip. Spike chuckled and tried to hold
himself up straight as he pulled his shirt over his head. He sent a glance over
her way, and his smile grew when he saw the appreciative look she was giving
him.
Still smiling, Spike resumed his former position on the Twister mat
and leaned over to spin the wheel. “Left hand green! See, Slayer? I wasn’t wrong
before. Just psychic!”
“More like psycho,” Buffy retorted as the two
squirmed around the mat, trying to arrange themselves into their new positions.
She stared at him intently, focusing on nothing but the way his muscles rippled
with no shirt to conceal him. She stared so hard that she put her left hand on
the floor, completely missing any color at all.
“I might be psycho, but
at least I can keep my hand on the bleedin’ mat. Since you can’t, you have to
drink, I reckon. Oh, and strip.” Spike chuckled as Buffy looked down and
realized that she got herself in a double whammy on that one.
She stuck
her tongue out at him as she got up to get a drink, and remove an article of
clothing. Captain Morgan’s seemed to be calling her name. She was quite sure
that was in the literal sense too. Taking a large swig of the bottle, Buffy
shuddered, and scrunched up her face. Still making faces, she tried to figure
out what to take off. She finally decided on removing her jeans, since she could
just step out of them.
Making the most of it, Buffy walked back over to
Spike, in her black top and metallic blue thongs, shaking her hips as she
walked, and giving him a sultry look all the while.
first there's you then there's me.
and
with the booze it makes it three
not quite the lucky
number
but it was for me
Spike
stared at her in awe, and made his new goal to make her mess up again as quickly
as possible. He was supposed to be evil; cheating at Drinking Strip Twister was
far from the worst he could do.
Buffy went back into her position, which
involved her ass sticking straight up in the air, close enough for Spike to
bite. He stared at the succulent piece of flesh, and really appreciated her idea
to play Strip Drinking Twister for the first time that night.
“Left foot
red!” The Slayer’s voice seemed distant in his mind, while Spike watched her
wiggle around to the new location. Bloody hell, I’m salivating! While
Buffy tried to position herself, Spike nudged the spinner on the board so that
it pointed to left hand red, and hoped with all his might that she didn’t see
him move it. Thankfully for him, she was oblivious to it.
“Good job, but
it says left hand red, not foot. Looks like more drinking and stripping for you,
luv!” Spike smiled inwardly, extremely proud of his idea.
Buffy let out a
little groan, and stood back up. She walked over to their supply of alcohol, and
nudged her head in Spike’s direction. “At least I tried to move! Another drink
and piece of clothing for you too!”
Spike looked down and groaned,
mentally chastising himself for being so preoccupied with the Slayer’s status in
the game, that he forgot his own. He let out a sigh, and headed over to the
drinking corner with Buffy.
She looked down, and pulled her shirt off in
a quick swoop. Spike stared at her, loving the fact that she seemed to have
forgotten a bra that morning, and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled them down, and
stepped out of them when they pooled around his ankles. Both just stared at each
other blatantly.
“What are we drinking, Slayer?” Spike forced himself to
look away from her bare breasts while he addressed her.
Buffy picked up
a bottle of Bacardi Limon and began drinking from it while she thanked the
Powers that Spike didn’t wear underwear of any sort. The clear liquid trickled
out of the corner of her mouth, and made a path down her chest, forming small
waterfalls of liquor on her breasts. She finished the bottle, oblivious to the
fact that she had missed her mouth.
When Spike opened his mouth to speak,
his voice sounded a lot huskier in his ears than he intended it to. “My turn?”
Buffy nodded and passed him the empty bottle. “S’empty, luv.” She frowned at the
bottle and went to grab another, when she realized they were all empty.
“I think it’s time to recycle the goods, baby.” Spike moved himself
closer to her as he spoke, tilting her head upwards. His eyes met hers and his
tongue unconsciously darted out to lick his top lip. He saw her eyes grow wider,
and then close briefly. Taking that as a sign, he shimmied so that he was close
enough for her breath to tickle his face, and whispered in her ear, while his
finger dipped into the droplets of Bacardi on her breasts. “Just for the sake of
the game, of course.”
Buffy pulled him closer to her body, and murmured
in a breathy voice. “Right. The game.”
now i know that i should go
but you just
won't say no.
and with loving like that, loving like
that
i guess i'll just have to
show
Spike lowered himself so that his face was
level with Buffy’s breasts. He ran his hands up and down her sides, tickling her
with his gentleness, and slowly began to lick the alcohol off of her. His tongue
roamed over her, avoiding her nipples for the sake of sweet torture, and moved
his hands behind her to caress her back and her ass.
A small whimper
escaped her lips, and Spike took that moment to swirl his tongue around a
nipple. The taste of lemon, alcohol, and what could only be described as purely
Buffy assaulted his senses, making him growl into her.
Spike kissed a
trail from her breasts to her mouth. Their lips slammed into each other, with
pent up passion as their guide. Their tongues mingled together, dancing together
much as their bodies had earlier that night.
Heaven wasn’t as far away
as Buffy thought.
Spike pressed a soft kiss to her lips and gently pulled
her closer to the bed. He didn’t want to move too fast. With all the time he had
waited for that moment, a little while longer wouldn’t hurt.
Once they
were almost at the bed, Buffy completely turned the tables on Spike, and pushed
him down onto the Twister mat. “Gentle later, here now.” A slow smile spread
across his lips, and he pulled her down with him, plundering her mouth with his
tongue once again.
She pulled her mouth away to breathe, and he
murmured, “Your game, your rules, luv.” He then moved his mouth to her neck,
nibbling, sucking, licking all the while. Her breasts formed to his chest while
she moved her hips in light circles, rubbing herself all over him.
Buffy
sat up so that she was straddling his hips, and flashed a devious grin at him.
She hoisted herself up enough to pull off her thong, and waved them in front of
his face. Before he could say a word, she pinned him to the mat and put the
small piece of fabric over his eyes like a blindfold.
She kissed a trail
down his neck, lightly nipping at the hollow of his throat before she moved on.
Her nails lightly raked across the vampire’s chest while she moved her mouth
lower, and lavished his nipples with her tongue.
Slithering her body
downwards, she continued licking a trail until she got to his bellybutton. She
dipped her tongue inside it while she held his hands by his side, not allowing
him to move.
Spike was in pure ecstasy. Not only was he getting he
getting a bigger chance than he ever could have imagined, but she was the one
who fully started it. There was no way that she could deny something being there
in the situation they were in!
Buffy continued kissing his stomach, and
lowered a hand down to his shaft. She ran her hand over it lightly, getting a
feel for it. She stroked upwards, caressed the tip, then moved back down again.
She repeated that movement over and over, constantly adjusting the pressure and
tempo, but never letting him get to the point of climaxing.
The room was
silent, except for the low purrs of pleasure that Spike was making, along with
the very quiet sound of Buffy’s hand pumping him.
Wordlessly, she
climbed off his body, and moved herself down lower. She lightly bit his inner
thigh, and leaned forward to envelope his aching member between her breasts,
sliding it in between them, and licking the head every time that it poked out
from in between them.
The sensations were so intense, almost too intense.
Spike freed his hands from her grip, and flipped Buffy onto her back so that he
was half on top of her. The makeshift blindfold was ripped from his face, and he
tossed it to the side. He was ready to play his way.
i guess i'll have to let you know
i guess
i'll have to let you know
i guess i'll have to let you
know
i guess i'll have to let it
show
The vampire brought his mouth down to a rosy
nipple, and began to swirl his tongue around it in a slow, leisurely pattern.
His hand slowly danced down her belly, and briefly tickled at her nest of curls
before moving lower.
Buffy let in a sharp intake of breath as she felt
Spike insert a finger into her. He moved it slowly, up and down in circular
patterns, before pulling it almost completely out again. He added a second
finger, and pushed them inside of her, slow and hard, with his thumb rubbing
soft circles over her clit.
The Slayer’s moans grew louder, and she
raised her hips in small questing motions, lodging his fingers even deeper
within her. Spike moved his body lower and replaced his thumb with his mouth.
His fingers pounded into her while his cool tongue made a path from her opening
to her throbbing clit, licking and suckling in an incredibly powerful
combination.
His fingers kept pumping into her and his tongue kept
working its magic. Buffy’s moans turned to gasps, and her hips began moving
faster, her hands gripping his head tightly, pulling him closer and closer.
Then, starting in the pit of her stomach and working its way outward, her entire
body was wracked in orgasm. Her head thrashed back and forth and she panted his
name in a chorus of moans.
Spike continued moving his fingers in and out,
and suckling on her clit, until she trembled from head to toe and had to pull
him off her. Not holding anything back, she pushed him back onto the floor and
assaulted his mouth with hers. Their tongues dueled, and the tangy taste of the
Slayer’s juices was passed back and forth between them.
Buffy moved her
body lower, until she was at eye level with his shaft. She licked a tantalizing
path from base to tip, assaulting him with her warm, wet tongue. She grasped his
balls with one hand, and wrapped the other around his cock. While she stroked
upwards, she took the tip into her mouth, sucking it in the same rhythm her hand
moved.
She moved her mouth lower, and took in more of his shaft, wrapping
her lips around it like it was a lollipop. Her movements alternated between long
and slow, and fast and rough.
Lick, suck, swivel, pump… Spike felt like
he was in heaven. He also felt like their first time together wasn’t going to
happen for a little while if she didn’t stop swiveling her tongue around him
like that, so he gently pulled her back up the length of his body.
“We
should drink together more often, luv.” Buffy looked into Spike’s eyes, and saw
nothing other than love shining from them. She wordlessly nodded her agreement
as she pushed him back onto the mat.
first there's you then there's me.
and
with the booze that makes it three
not quite the lucky
number
but it was for me
Still
staring into his eyes, Buffy lowered herself onto his swollen shaft, and held
her breath as he entered her. The way he filled her made her feel like they were
meant to be. A perfect fit.
The Slayer moved up and down, grinding over
Spike in circular motions. Her nails raked up and down his chest and her moans
filled the room. She could have been sucked into the Hellmouth at that moment
and she doubted that it would matter.
Spike sucked in unneeded air as he
held onto her hips, and slammed himself into her from beneath her. “Feels so
good… So bloody good, luv.” His voice came out in a hoarse whisper, as he met
her thrust for thrust.
Buffy could tell that Spike was close to having
an orgasm, and began moving faster. She clamped herself around his shaft and let
her walls flutter against him while she rocked back and forth.
Spike’s
low moans turned into loud growls as he felt himself edging closer to his
climax. He moved one hand to the front of her, and began rubbing her clit in
circular motions. Her breathing grew more ragged, and she bucked wildly against
him. “Cum with me, baby,” Spike whispered, and Buffy flew over the
edge.
Wave after wave of delicious orgasm racked her body, causing her
walls to clamp around him tightly. Her muscles milked him, sending him over the
edge with her name on his lips.
Reluctant to lose contact for even a
second, Spike moved Buffy from on top of him, and pulled her into his arms. The
two lay that way for what could have been an eternity, basking in the
afterglow.
Spike’s hand traced little circles along Buffy’s back,
wondering what would happen next. He knew she had enjoyed herself, that wasn’t
the problem. He just wasn’t sure where she wanted to go from there. That scared
him more than any beast the Hellmouth could come up with ever would.
“So,
Buffy… What do you think of my world?” Spike closed his eyes while he waited for
her response, hoping against hope that he would like what she had to say.
“I think… I think I need a cigarette.” Buffy snuggled closer to him,
enjoying the melodic sound of his laughter.
”You don’t smoke, luv.” Spike
pointed out the obvious, grinning from ear to ear.
“Spike, I think that
Dawn needs a cigarette after that!” Buffy exclaimed, giggling
slightly.
“She bloody well better not! I won’t have the Nibblet smoking!”
Spike yelled out at her in mock horror, before nuzzling her neck.
Buffy’s
laughter rang out through the room as she pulled Spike to his feet and wrapped
herself in his arms contently. Her laughter died down, and she looked up at
Spike with warmth in her eyes. “Thank you, Spike. That helped. A
lot.”
Spike smiled at her, and brushed a soft kiss against her lips. “No,
thank you, luv. This means more to me than anything else ever has.”
With
that said, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, lying her
down gently. She squirmed uncomfortably, and reached under her to find what was
digging into her back, before holding it out to him with a little
giggle.
“Well what have we here? How did this one get away?” Spike held
the lone bottle of wine in his hands, and went to pour a glass for each of them.
When he returned to the bed, he handed her a glass before settling down next to
her.
Spike gave her another light kiss, and raised his glass to hers, in
the form of a toast. “What are we toasting to?” Buffy asked before raising her
glass.
“To us, and tonight.” Spike smiled at her, fighting to remain
casual while he waited for her reaction to his toast.
A genuine smile
covered Buffy’s face, as she snuggled up against him and clinked glasses
together.
“To us, and tonight.” Buffy took a sip of her wine, and set it
on the bedside table. “And hopefully every other night, if you want to stay by
my side?” The last part was added in a nervous question.
Spike scooped
her into his arms, raining kisses over every visible inch of her body, while he
held her close. “Bring the game back with us, and you’ve got yourself a
deal!”
now i know that i should go
but you just
won't say no.
and with loving like that, loving like
that
i guess i'll just have to show.
well...
tonight tonight tonight tonight
The End. :)