Part 2



Buffy woke up surrounded by cold arms.  The chills flew thru her like a storm, and without a second thought she snuggled her face deeper into the still chest that held her close.  Her eyes wouldn’t open to see what she knew who was surrounding her.  His embrace tightened with her movements afraid to let her go, slinking down into her small form.  He knew she was awake when her heart began racing, and her breathing became more rapid against is pale cool skin.  He just held her closer to him steady himself from stirring her any further and forcing her to run from him.  We would do what he has always done, and that would be just sit and wait for her.

Buffy slowly opened her eyes staring at the tight marble chest in front of her.  She pulled away from him slightly so she could look into his sleeping face.  He hadn’t opened his eyes, but she knew he was awake, because he was taking in unnecessary breaths.  She laid there in his arms staring up into his face in wander.  Patiently awaiting him to stir and open his beautiful eyes.  The dreams she had thru the night filled her heart, and she hasn’t slept that well since she had been back except for the one night after they first made love.  She blinked herself out of her thoughts when she realized for the first time she felt like she was making love to Spike, and not just having sex.  She always thought she was just having sex with him, and really didn’t want it to be any other way until right this second.  She made love with Spike every chance she got, and the thought of never doing it again sickened her.  He was her Spike, her William, her Vampire, and she more than wanted him, she needed him.  She leaned up into him, pressing herself closer to him, warming his luminescent skin.  Her hand moved up his chest skimming is softness with her fingertips up to his face.  Her thumb rubbed over his bottom lip and she noticed his eyes clench shut even harder as if he were afraid to open them to see this being a dream.  She pulled up his body lifting her lips to his ear, gently kissing in his earlobe.

“Spike.”  She whispered.

When he didn’t answer, not even flinch at her touch, or warmth of her breath, or kiss, she leaned in further into him.

“Spike.  Wake up sweetheart, I want you.”  Buffy breathed.

Spike’s eyes flew open at her words, and he looked into her eyes with millions of questions.  He searched her eyes for an answer, for the truth.  He was always able to see thru her, and see the truth, see the stuff she would never admit out loud, and to his amazement she was saying what she truly wanted, admitting it to him.

Spike rolled her over on her back at her request, her need, and leaned over top of her, locked into her pearls of green.  He became lost in her eyes, as his roamed over her body like he was feeling her for the very first time, trying to take in and remember every inch, every curve.  His hands grasped at the bottom of her shirt and she rose up into him so he could lift it up over her head.  Her tan breasts covered in a purple lace bra sprang from under her tight shirt.  He licked his instantly dry lips and pulled himself away from her eyes, kissing the center of her chest just between her supple breasts.  He dropped her shirt onto the floor on the side of the bed, and his hands found his way back to her body, tugging at her laced nipples teasing her skin.  A moan came from deep within Buffy’s chest as her nipples hardened under her bra from Spike’s ministrations.  He couldn’t help but smile at the sound coming from Buffy, the sound that he was creating.  He ran up her body and captured her lips with his, snapping the clasp of her bra exposing her hardened need to his cool chest.  Spike was lost in her feel, and her taste.  That sweetness melted thru him like molten fire, and her warm body stung at his coolness as her breasts pressed up against him.  Breaking the kiss, Buffy searched his lips out keeping her eyes closed, she almost whimpered when she felt them again at the top of her jeans, his hands pulling in on her hips.  Sliding down her body slowly and off of the bed, Spike reached up unbuttoned her jeans, holding firm to the hem dragging them and her panties over her hips and down her legs.  Buffy lay there on his bed fully exposed awaiting his return.  He stood at the bottom of the bed removing his own clothes slowly never taking his eyes off of this gorgeous creature inviting him into heaven.  She leaned up on her elbows to greet Spike as he began climbing back on the bed, and she reached out for him.  He stopped her arm before she could touch him, and clasped his hand around her wrist pulling her back down to the bed.

“This time it is for you luv.”  Spike whispered then gently licked her neck just below her ear.

He grazed over her body reading her like a story written in brail, following her curves to her center.  Buffy’s body was tingling with anticipation, yearning for more, separating her legs waiting for him to fill her.  He found her ready for him and his fingers rubbed gingerly against her, wetting them with her need.  He leaned his head down and shot his tongue out just above her dark curls, and his fingers dove into her, spreading her, searching for her release.  His lips sucked in her belly button, and she thrashed under him, screaming out his name.  He held her down as he stretched out her orgasm, and she tried to pull from him.  He moved up her body and kissed her neck waiting for her to calm down and stop shivering.  She could feel his hard need rub up against her inner thigh, waiting to gain access.  Relentless with her own need to feel him inside her she opened her legs wider, wrapping her ankles around his waist urging for him to be with her.  Still shivering he thrust into her stretching her again.  He was always amazed how every time he was inside her was like the first time.  She cried out his name, as another wave thundered thru her body.  The ice from him merging with her fire, burning him, surrounding her always sends her over the edge. 

Spike moves in her slowly, pulling himself almost all the way out, barely keeping contact, pausing and then slowly moving back into her.  His movements were torturous for both of them, both craving release within each other, but neither wanting this to end.  He found her lips and fought against her tongue, not wanting to win or loose the battle.  She broke from him and traced his jaw line to shoulder scratching at his back urging him to move faster, harder.  His thrusts became more concentrated and harder and she bit into his shoulder blade, releasing his skin after a moment to suck on her blunt teeth marks she left behind.  The pain elicited a growl from deep within Spike and he quickened his pace.  Harder and faster he thrust un into her, spreading her, lifting her leg up to her chest trying to get as deep into her as he could go.  Pounding her into the bed, she moaned out his name, calling out to her God, begging for release.

“Harder.”  Buffy moaned.

Not being one to be asked twice Spike slammed into her, driving for her release.  He sucked in her earlobe, brought his free arm down to her breast and pinched her nipple twisting it within his fingers.  He slowed down just enough to crouch over top of her to suck in her nipple into his mouth.  She clutched at his head pressing him further into her chest, and his blunt teeth grazed over her hard point, biting down with his blunt teeth.  At his bite she arched up into his mouth, wanting more.  She grabbed at his head pulling him up to her lips capturing him there in a violent battle between two strong and equal opponents sitting on the brink of release for both of them.  Buffy pushed him away, tilting her head to the side exposing her neck fully to him.

“More.”  She whispered.

Spike stared down at her neck, looking past the old wounds of the Master, Dracula, and especially Angel, and he leaned down against her warm neck.  He kissed her old wounds, gliding his tongue over the raised wounded flesh, and deep from the center of Buffy she poured out her third orgasm at his tongue.  Spike wrapped his lips around her flesh, sucking her in, and when she screamed his name in pure ecstasy he pierced thru her with his fangs drinking in her blood, her strength, and her life.  Her blood flooded over his lips like a waterfall, and his thrusts hurried, harder, faster and deeper into her.  She screamed again, forcing out his name thru her lips, and he followed behind her filling her with his cold seed.  Giving her what she was giving him.  Spike receded his fangs from her neck and lapped at her wounds that leaked out the smallest hint of her blood, and she wrapped her arms up around his neck holding him to her. 

He began to move off of her and roll her when they both finally calmed down from their release, and she held onto him, not wanting him to leave her.  She clenched at his neck forcing him to stay with her, stay inside her completing her.  He rose up on his elbow to look down at her, and brushed her damp golden lock off her face.

“I love you Buffy.  I will never leave you.”  He reassured her.

Buffy slightly let go of his neck letting him roll off of her to her side.  He never once stopped touching her, and he leaned down and grabbed a blanket to cover them both up with, to keep her warm, and he wrapped his arms around her.  Buffy rolled over in his arms on her side, and her eyes began to shut sleepily.  Spike moved in closer to her spooning her backside, his arm lying gently over her belly pulling her to him.

“I will never leave you pet, and I sure won’t let you leave me.”  Spike said.
 

Buffy opened her eyes, and covered his arms with her own intertwining her fingers within his.  Her thumb unconsciously rubbed the back of his hand in a soothing motion, then she brought his hand up to her lips and gently laid a kiss into is palm.
 

“I will never leave you either Spike.”  Buffy stated.
 

He knew that was promise she very well couldn’t make, because she was mortal, and she was the Slayer.
 

“Even if I have to follow you into Hell William, I will never leave you.”  Buffy smiled, and closed her eyes.
 

Spike wanted to leap from his skin.  He couldn’t believe the words that were coming from his Slayer, from his Buffy.  He squeezed closer to her, and brought his head down to the backside of her neck and gently kissed her warm skin.  Moving up to her ear, and kissing the tender flesh up her neck, sucking in her earlobe, tasting her always-lingering vanilla.  He breathed in her scent, closing his eyes, pinning all this to his memory.

“I will find you in Heaven first my love.  I love you too much Buffy.”  Spike whispered.
Buffy squeezed his fingers, and Spike closed his eyes with her touch surrounding his body and they both feel asleep with her final words escaping her lips.
 

“I love you my Spike.”  She breathed in a sleepy voice.

 

THE END