The Kiss
Written by: Kazz
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Summary: Buffy + Spike + Kisses = ????
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss,
Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Buffy withdrew from the kiss first. Her eyes stayed closed but her head slipped down so that it rested gently against his neck. The move was an unconscious attempt to avoid eye contact with him and Spike knew it. Instead of coaxing her head and her lips back up to his, he decided to give her the space she needed. With his arms still rapped firmly round her quivering body, he was in no doubt about her reaction to their kiss. Her heart pounded against his chest and her breath came in sharp gasps against the cold skin of his neck.
He, himself, had no such visible physical reaction to her closeness, but he was equally effected, non-the less. His eyes stayed wide open, and he gazed unseeing down the darkened street. His mind stayed on the woman in his arms as he mentally rushed to catch up with this new turn to their relationship. To say he was surprised was an understatement. He had known, or hoped, it would happen eventually, but her timing had caught him off guard.
He smell of her hair filled his senses; he bent his head slightly and laid a soft kiss on the top of her head.
Releasing her, and taking a step backward, he reached out and placed a finger under her chin and gently raised her head up until her eyes met his. Her eyes were a pool of guilt, embarrassment, confusion, and need. She didn't need to say anything, it was all there in those beautiful eyes and he had no trouble figuring out how she felt.
For a second it stung. It stung hard.
He had hoped for something different in her eyes, and he mentally kicked himself for jumping to far ahead in the game.
"Let's go," he said as he held out his hand toward her.
She just stared at him uncomprehendingly.
"Look Buffy, your pals are going to be coming out of there in a moment and I, for one, don't want to deal with that right now," he explained as he turned and took a couple of strides away from her; then he looked back over his shoulder one last time. "You coming or not?"
Buffy hesitated, unsure of what was the right thing to do at this point. Noting her hesitation, Spike gave her a small smile before shrugging his shoulders and striding off into the darkness.
Buffy continued to hesitate. Emotions of her body warred with the reality of her mind. Spike faded from view.
Suddenly Buffy moved. "Spike. Wait," she yelled after him as she started to run.
Spike didn't hesitate, slow his pace, or turn to look at her. He continued to stride away from her. Buffy picked up the pace and quickly fell in beside him. As she came to his side, his arm slipped around her waist and he pulled her close to him without breaking his stride.
"Where are we going," Buffy asked nervously.
Spike glanced down at her as he walked. "Do me a favor. Leave the thinking for another time and place. There will be plenty of time for thinking and talking, just let's not have it tonight."
As Buffy took in his words, her already nervous stomach gave another turn. Lowering her head, she decided to concentrate on simply keeping up with his long strided walk.
As they fell into companionable silence, Spike let his mind wander. He knew he didn't have her mind and her soul. That was obvious. What he had was a confused, lonely woman who was reaching out on an emotional and physical level which certainly didn't included her mind.
He knew it all and he didn't care. Anything was better than nothing, and he was happy for any break in her armor against him. Emotions and physical need were a start, and it was a start he was more than happy to get. The fact that he was wide open to being hurt was a thought he pushed to the back of his mind.
"Were here." Buffy's soft voice broke into his thoughts. He looked up in slight confusion, as he had not had any specific location in mind while he had been walking. Obviously his subconscious had taken care of his absent-mindedness, since he found himself before his pit.
Adjusting quickly, he dropped his hand from her waist and took hold of her hand. Leading her gently behind him, they moved into his place.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Spike let go of her hand and moved into the room. Taking off his coat, he dropped it onto a table and turned to look at the Slayer. She was standing exactly where he had left her and she sported a look that said she had absolutely no idea what to do now!
Sighing, Spike flopped down a nearby couch and patted the seat beside him, inviting he to sit down.
Buffy didn't move.
With another sigh of exasperation, Spike stood up and reached out and grabbed her hand. With a slight pull he dragged her towards the couch and flopped them both down onto it. Immediately Buffy adjusted her position to move a few inches away from him.
"So what now?" she asked softly with eyes downcast. "Are we supposed to have a make out session on the couch like a couple of teenagers?"
A smile crossed Spike's lips as he reached out and turned her head upwards so their eyes could meet.
"Wrong Slayer. Big mistake. I'm no teenager and I'm a long way beyond any make out session on the couch doing anything other than pissing me off" "I want you…..but that's no big secret. What has changed is that you now want me…….you just don't know how to deal with that need in your mind yet."
Spike hesitated. He didn't want to push her so hard that she would leave. "Listen Buffy, I'll give you an out. Stay here with me tonight. Live. Let yourself feel something. Then, afterwards, I promise that I will never mention it again to anyone, ever. Not even you. I won't make hints, jokes, suggestive comments or any other dumb shit that I am capable of. I promise. You'll have to come to me if you want it to continue, otherwise it will be like it never happened."
Buffy stared into his eyes warily. Spike could tell he hadn't got her yet. He changed track.
"You'll be doing me a favor. Hell, you'll be doing us both a favor. Maybe if we get this behind us we can get it out of our system!"
Her eyes said that she still wasn't convinced. He decided it was time to bypass the talk and go for her weak spot. She'd stay or leave. Words wouldn't convince her, though actions might.
Leaning forward he pressed his lips gently against hers. Carefully he kept his body away from her, so that the only touch was their lips.
At first she was hesitant, but slowly the kiss deepened. Lightly his tongue flicked across her lips begging entrance to her mouth. With a moan, Buffy, opened her mouth and his tongue slipped inside softly caressing her mouth. With a gentle nip at her bottom lip, Spike withdrew from the kiss and stood up and walked towards a sleeping area.
Buffy didn't move but her eyes followed his every move. Without looking at her, Spike slid out of his shirt and pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it onto his bed. Turing, he moved back to the doorway and lent against the door jam. He said nothing, but his eyes begged her to come to him.
His eyes were hypnotic and she felt her breath begin to come in short shallow gasps. Standing she walked slowly towards him. Reaching him, she kept her eyes away from his. She was afraid to look…..to see something there she was unready to see. Instead she kept her eyes focused on his chest, but that turned out to be no better than his eyes.
His presence, his nearness was overwhelming. Slowly she reaching out an unsteady hand and placed it on his chest. His sharpe indrawn breath caught her unawares and her eyes flew up to his. His eyes were blatant pools of desire and need.
For a second she closed her eyes as her final decisions were made.
Stepping back from him, she lifted her hand to the button on her shirt. Keeping her eyes on his, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt from top to bottom. His eyes followed her fingers intently but he didn't move.
Slowly, Buffy pushed first one arm of the shirt off her shoulder, and then the other. The shirt slid down her arms and fell to the floor.
Then her hand went to the button at the top of her jeans and popped that open. She slid down the zipper and pushed the jeans over her hips. Bending down, she pulled the jeans from her legs, and then stood up straight in front of him.
Spike's face was expressionless. The only sign that he was moved by her actions, as a repeated twitch in one cheek. Inch by inch, he took in the Slayer's body as she stood there dressed in nothing more than a pair of pale silk peach panties and bra.
Silently, he reached out a hand to her, which she took. Gently he pulled her close to him. He did not try to take her lips, instead he used one hand to brush her hair back from her face and then placed a small kiss on the pulse spot on her neck.
"You are beautiful", he murmured into her ear.
Slowly Buffy's hands slid up his chest and came to rest on his shoulders for a moment, before running down his muscular arms. With somewhat timid apprehension she began to place small kisses on his chest, as his hands began to run across her body spreading fire as they went.
"Love me Spike. I need to feel." She murmured into his ear.
With a groan Spike lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed. Laying her down gently, he stepped back from the bed. Quickly he removed his jeans and then stood there for a moment as her eyes roamed his aroused body. Then, he came to her.
Lying down at her side, he pulled her towards him. Noses inches apart, he gazed into her eyes as his hands roamed her body.
"Let it go, Slayer. Never mind the why and what ifs. Just live."
It was his last words before he claimed her mouth. By her response, he could tell that she had decided to heed his advice.
Hands covered bodies and mouths worked their magic. Pulses raced and breaths came in ragged gasps. At some point, Buffy lost her bra. Spike's hands covered her breasts momentarily before his mouth descended.
Buffy rolled onto her back and raised her hands behind her head. Gently his mouth teased and sucked at each nipple before moving onto to the other one. Buffy's hands came down and rested onto her lover's shoulders pushing him closer, before moving her hands into his hair.
Her whole body felt on fire and she was electrified by his touch. Her body squirmed beneath him in unspoken need for a deeper touch. Suddenly, cold air touched her body and her eyes flew open. Spike was kneeling over her with one knee on each side of her hips. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he slipped a finger into her panties and found her core. Slowly and gently his finger began to move on her. At the touch of his finger, Buffy's insides clenched and she ceased to breathe. The feelings he was invoking in her sent her mind to a point before reason. She wanted to close her eyes and sinking into that feeling, but his eyes commanded her to stay with him.
Slowly, he increased his pressure and speed. Unable to ignore the feeling any longer, Buffy closed her eyes and her hips began to move in time with his fingers. Above her, Spike watched her closely, noting every move of her body, her smell, and the flush over her skin. He noted the exact moment, that her breathing changed from sharp small gasps to large gasps followed by periods where no breath was taken at all.
Suddenly, his fingers withdrew from her and circled instead around her panties. With one smooth move, he backed up as he slid her panties down her legs and off. Looking up her body, he saw the Slayer's eyes fixed on his with blatant need shining out.
Beginning at her toes, he began to kiss his way back up her body. Inch by Inch, he trailed fire through every nerve ending in her body. At the juncture of her legs, he stopped and tasted her. The feel of his mouth on her cause her hips to push up giving him greater access to her core. With a groan, Spike's own need began to break down his self-control. Pushing upward, he stretched himself along her body and claimed her lips. The Slayer's hands roamed his body driving him beyond rationale thought.
Slowly, he released her lips and raised his head so that he could look into her eyes. Moving slightly, he entered her with one strong thrust and then immediately became still inside her. Buffy revolted against his stillness as her hips moved beneath him, but he was not to be enticed
"Look at me" he commanded through clenched teeth.
The Slayer did not respond. Her mouth was busy kissing his shoulder.
"Look at me" he said more sharply.
This time the Slayer responded, and laid her head back on the pillow and gazed up at him. Her eyes were liquid pools of need.
"Please" she whispered in need.
"Keep looking at me, I need you to see me" Spike demanded.
Then he began to move. Very slow, deep strokes angled just to touch her core. Buffy swallowed and tried to remember to look at him. Above her, Spike moved with teeth gritted in self-control. Bit by bit that self control began to break and the pace increased. As the need inside her grew, Buffy's eyes slid closed.
For a few moments more, Spike was able to keep his eyes on her, but finally his controlled snapped. With a growl of need, he pounded into her with unleashed strength. The slayer's hips moved in time against him as they moved in the age-old rhythm.
The Slayer felt her orgasm building in her. She rushed to meet it as she clung to her lover. Suddenly, she stopped breathing and a second later the orgasm burst through her in an explosion like she had never experienced before. The second he sensed her release, Spike uttered a groan as he pushed deep inside her and came.
For several minutes they lay there as they tried to get their breathing and heart rates to a workable level.
Finally, Spike slid out of her and rolled onto his back at her side and pulled her to him. Wrapping her arms around him, she lay her head on his chest after lightly placing a kiss there.
Buffy opened her mouth to speak, but Spike shook his head.
"Don't talk. Sleep."
Buffy wanted to argue. It was her nature to argue with him, but the thought of sleep tempted her. She hadn't slept well since her return, but she sensed this time that sleep would be peaceful.
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Epilogue:
Buffy slowly came awake. She knew immediately who was beside her and she felt peace.
Suddenly, she sat straight up in the bed and looked down at the man beside her with fear.
His eyes were already open and he was looking at her with curiosity at her actions. Suddenly realization dawned on him.
"I'm not Angel. What you see is what you get. Hell, I've always been bad!"
For a second Buffy continued to look at him before jumping out of bed. Quickly she moved around the room picking up her discarded clothing and slipping each peace on.
"Was it something I said?" Spike said half jokingly.
Dressed now, Buffy looked over at him and gave a short shake of her head before turning towards the door.
"Slayer" Spike called to her retreating back. Buffy turned to look at him. "I meant what I said. A promise is a promise. You will have to come to me or it never happened."
For a moment Buffy stood still before giving a brief nod indicating she understood before she turned back towards the door.
Just a she passed through the door, Spike yelled after
"Buffy, just so you know. I want you to come back. I'll be waiting for you to come back"
Though she paused at his words, she did not turn around. In a second she was gone.
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Falling into bed, Buffy laid her head on her pillow and almost immediately drifted into an exhausted deep sleep. Softly her bedroom door pushed open on it's hinges and Willow stepped softly into the room.
Willow breathed a sigh of relief that Buffy was finally home. She had taken care of the others earlier, it was only Buffy that was left. Walking up beside the bed, the girl crushed the dried flower in her hand…."Forget"…..she whispered as she slid the flower beneath Buffy's pillow.
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In his crypt, Spike stirred. He was having trouble sleeping. Each time, the nightmare came. In it, Buffy never came……
THE END
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