One Good Lay | Tomorrow by Celtic

Tomorrow

Written by: Celtic
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Summary: This is the scene from “Forever” off of Buffy the Vampire Slayer where Angel comes to the grave where Buffy is still standing only this time it is Spike who stands next to her.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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She stood frozen by the open grave, hours after everybody had walked away. Life drifted back into her motionless body but she still couldn’t go. She was terrified to take that step; didn't want to take that step away from here, back to where she no longer wanted to be, not without her. She stayed there standing and staring at the box below the earth entombing her fragile mother. The darkness blanketed the cemetery, covered and darkened her new home. The light fell behind the horizon. All of her friends have left her there so she can be alone, just the way she wanted it, like she always is at night, alone. The stars freckled the night sky, and the moon shined down to light her in the lonely darkness. It has been forever since they lowered her to the ground, Buffy specifically requested them not to cover her with dirt yet until she has left. Tears glazed over her eyes fighting to break free as she tried to say goodbye, but no words ever broke from her lips. She stood in silence hoping something would come to her, praying she would just wake up and this was all some nightmare. It was a nightmare though, one she could never wake from. A nightmare she had to live through.

She felt him as he walked up to her in silence, the flaps of his duster blowing behind him with every step he took. He stopped a step behind her and closed his eyes inhaling her fragrance that lingered around her. His hand swept lightly over his chest where his un-beating heart broke seeing her like this, knowing the pain she was in. She stood there next to him hollowed by the life that has consumed her now, no more light, no more fire glowing from her small body. He moved his hand down hesitantly, pausing for a brief moment before slowly wrapping his hand around hers. Her hand squeezed around his gently and a single tear rolled down her cheek, but she never turned to face him.

"I can go if you want, luv." Spike whispered.

"Stay." Buffy breathed. "Please."

He looked over at her and her small body trembled as the tear rolled past her cheek and slowly down her neck finding its comfort and hiding under her clothes. He closed his eyes and lowered his head afraid if he watched her too long she would realize who was really standing there with her. She would turn and run or maybe even stake him in fear. He stood there and just listened to her steady breathing, her fast heartbeat, and the occasional muffled whimper that broke him even more.

She pulled on his hand gently surprising him for a moment as she started walking away from the grave. She stopped under a nearby tree and looked up into his dark blue eyes, her hand drifting free from his as she began to sit on the ground. Spike stood there lost in her deep green eyes, frozen from the pain and unknowing that poured from them. She grabbed his hands and pulled him down next to her. He leaned back against the tree and she moved back to him, snuggling into his chest slightly, she took his arms and wrapped them around her body, her fingers danced with his. A sharp inhale roared through his chest as he felt her weight fall against him, trusting him with her body and gentle with her touch against his cool skin. He tried to see her face as she cradled her small form against his, but she sat staring across the cemetery at the open grave that held her mother now.

"What do I do now?" Buffy asked quietly.

"What do you want to do, luv?" Spike questioned.

"No, I mean…now that she's gone. What do I do?" Buffy sniffled. "She's gone." Her last words were broken in a whisper as she whipped a tear from her face. Spike barely being able to hear what she was saying. "My mom won't be there when I go home tonight, or any other night, ever again. What am I suppose to do?"

"Go on, I reckon." Spike said. "The way she would want I suspect."

"I don't know how to go on." Buffy whispered.

"Yes you do. You don't feel it now and maybe tomorrow you won't either, but one day you'll wake up and you will still remember her but you will have realized you have gone on." Spike told her almost his words were making things worse instead of better. "It'll take time though and she will always be a part of you, but you will still just go on."

"I don't even know what to buy for food." Buffy huffed out slightly trying to stop thinking of the future. Especially since it might be a future she won't be a part of. Her mind flashing to Dawn being alone with no more family, nobody to take care of her anymore. "She did all that. God, she did everything."

"You'll learn how to do it all." Spike told her. "You'll take it one day at a time."

"Will it get better?" Buffy cried.

"Yeah." Spike offered. "Of course it will get better."

"I want to feel better." Buffy said, turning around to face him.

"Anything you need, pet." Spike said brushing a stray strand of hair from her gentle face with his finger.

Buffy leaned up next to him pressing her body closer to his, her hands playing softly over his chiseled features of his face gliding her arms gently behind his neck pulling him closer to her lips. Her lips gently floated over his, his eyes shuttered at the feel of her warm moist lips caressing over his, her tongue dancing on his bottom lip begging for entrance. His hands dropped to his sides afraid to wrap around her, afraid to scare her off by his own need. He pulled away from her, gently kissing slightly over her lips, she begged silently as she kissed his bottom lip, and his eyes finally shut tight as he moved closer to her, his hands gently tugging on her coat sucking onto her bottom lip. Her hands moved down his arms and she pulled on the lapels of his duster trying to get as close to him as she possibly could.

"I want you to make me feel better." Buffy moaned against his cool lips. "I need you to Spike."

Spike placed his hands on her shoulders wrapping his hands around her body, his lips parting against hers slightly sucking softly on her bottom lip her tongue darting out and tasting him for the first time. She pulled from his lips moving to the side of his neck nibbling at the soft supple skin. Her blunt teeth scrapping against his cool skin eliciting sharp moans from Spike.

"Buffy I….I" Spike's breath caught in his throat as she kept nibbling on his skin. "I….can't."

Buffy stopped and looked up at him, staring into his eyes. "You don't want me?" Buffy softly cried her lips quivering with the thought of rejection.

"I do. Cor Buffy I want you so bad, but I know you really don't want me. You won't want me tomorrow and if you were honest with yourself you wouldn't want me now." Spike said.

"Tomorrow may not be here for me, and I do want you now, I want you today." Buffy said. "One day at a time, and I need you today."

She leaned in and kissed him again, pulling herself into his body rubbing her hand down gently over his chest as she sucked on his bottom lip and licked across his cool lips pressing against him, begging for him to part his lips. His hands tugged on her coat and he closed his eyes as his lips parted and her tongue roamed and danced in his mouth. She moved on top of him crawling up his body as her tongue explored him. Her hand moved down the space between them gliding over his pants, feeling how she could make him react. Her smile broke the kiss as her hand played over his hard on.

Spike's hand stopped her as she tried to undo his jeans. "Not here luv." Spike moaned as her fingertips managed to graze over him again.

"Please Spike." Buffy pleaded.

He gently kissed her forehead and stood to his feet offering his hands to help her up. When she got to her feet he lowered his head down to her lips and gently kissed her as his fingers interlaced with hers. He turned from her and a small whimper echoed through the night sky at the loss of his soft and simple touch. He started walking but stopped and turned to face her when his arm was pulled back. She turned away from him taking one last look at her mother's grave, when she turned to face him a single tear ran down each of her rosy cheeks. Spike stepped over to her and leaned down kissing her tears away and with a gentle kiss back on her lips she pulled from him and moved past him tugging on his hand for him to follow.

They walked through the cemetery hand in hand soft cries filling the night sky, her body tensed and he pulled him closer to his body wrapping an arm around her small body. Her body leaned into him as they walked closer to his crypt. She stopped outside of his crypt staring at his door, her stomach tensed and her body shook as she felt his cool body swarm over hers. He turned into her pressing her body closer to him, trying to comfort her, smoothing at her hair with a gentle, cool touch.

"We don't have to go in luv." Spike cooed. "I can walk you home."

Buffy shook her head against his chest whipping at the tears that sprang from her eyes again. She tried to speak and tell him she just wanted him tonight, just wanted to be comforted by him and only him, even if it was for one night, but her words caught in her throat hidden behind everything she is suppose to be. She gently kissed his concealed chest up around his neck to his lips, shaking her head gently as she nibbled on his bottom lip. Her body moved towards him, his feet stumbling behind him up the stairs to his crypt door as she pushed into his body and his mouth, tasting him again. His hands moved down her back pulling her into him as his hand settled on her lower back. He pulled on her coat, her hands fumbling behind trying to push the door open.

The door creaked open and they stumbled their way through grasping at each other's body, tasting each other's lips. He reached out quickly grabbing the door slamming it shut, pushing her body against the cold steel as he devoured her, and catching her moans in his mouth. She broke from him to catch her breath and his tongue roamed down her throat, her pulse bouncing against moist tongue. As it raced under her flesh, her breath hitched as his teeth nipped at her sensitive skin. Her hands skimmed over his cotton shirt tickling over the ridges that sculpted his chest pushing his duster off of his shoulders. Her lips softly pulled on his ear pinching it with her teeth, her stomach pressing into his painful erection her hand sliding down over his zipper gently pressing against him.

Spike's better judgment flashed through his mind as his zipper painfully pierced into his erection, but it felt so good as her hand warmed against the fabric that pressed into his sensitive hardening flesh.
"Cor pet we shouldn't." He moaned unconvincingly as he tried to push away from her touch. He turned away from her, afraid to look into her face, more scared that she could see the passion and desire she ignited within him from her simple touch. He closed his eyes and pierced his bottom lip with his teeth trying to win pain out over the pleasure his body was battling for.

Buffy moved behind quietly wrapping her arms around his body her hands moving around his waist and her fingers playing over his belt. She leaned on her toes against his back running her tongue over his neck. "Please Spike, I need you." Buffy breathed against his neck.

He grabbed her hands and stopped her from undoing the button of his jeans. "You will stake me in the morning, luv." Spike pleaded against her advances, keeping her hands softly playing against his erection hidden by his jeans. His hips pressed into her nimble fingers as she played against the fabric.

"Spike, please I really need this. I really need you, please." Buffy begged. "I want you. You want me, I know you do."
A smile pressed against his neck as her lips danced against his skin, her hand pressing harder against his erection eliciting a moan from his dead lungs. "Tomorrow may never happen Spike, I know right now you want me as much as I want you. I can feel it." Her fingers pulled down his zipper and her hand moved into his jeans and wrapped around his cock. "I need this Spike." Her hand slid down his shaft slowly feeling every ridge.

Spike groaned and his hips arched against her hand before he spun around and plundered her mouth his, his tongue pressing against hers grazing over the roof of her mouth, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. His hand moved down her body, over the curve of her hips and her ass lifting her, her legs wrapping around his waist. He moaned as his cock pressed against the inside of her leg. His tongue played down her neck as his lips sucked on her skin pulling her flesh against his lips. He moved across the floor towards the ladder leading the way to the lower level of his home as he freed a hand to push her coat from her body, his hand sliding over to her breast as her coat fell to the floor. He squeezed her breast gently and scraped his fingers over nipples. He stood by the ladder, his hips grinded against her heated center. Her arousal permeated the air around them and his fingers dug into the fabric of her clothes as his erection scratched against her covered center.

"Downstairs." Spike gritted between his teeth. "Now."

She leaned into him pressing her tongue into his lips as her legs unwrapped around his waist and her body slowly skimped out of his grasp and down his body her hands moving to the hem of her sweater and pulling it up her body. She broke from his and pulled her sweater over her head leaning into his chest biting the flesh behind the black shirt that graced over his body. She looked up into his face as her teeth pinched and tugged at his shirt. His hand moved up her exposed skin of her back and she back away from him tossing her sweater to the floor, glancing back and smiling before she disappeared under the earth.

"Bloody hell." He grinned pulling his own shirt off his body before descending into the depths of his home.

He jumped to the floor missing the last few rungs of the ladder as he stared at the beautiful blonde making her way to his bed. She sat on the edge of his bed sliding up to the center of his white cotton sheets, staring over at the vampire. His pale skin shinning against the contrast of his black jeans, his erection bouncing against his tight stomach as he moved closer to her. His hand moved up his body, his tongue darting over his palm. His hand moved down to his erection and grasped it tightly, running down his length. She moaned as she watched him move towards her, her eyes hypnotized by his hands stroking his own erection. She pressed her legs together trying to create some type of friction to her heated need. She undid the zipper of her pants as he stood at the edge of the bed moving his hand up and down his shaft. The head of his shaft was purple with the need that was filling his insides. Her hips wiggled out of her jeans and she kicked them off the bed to the floor at his feet. He moaned as a strand of hair fell from her shoulder as she leaned back on the bed in her black bra and panties. Her hands moved to the sides of her panties and he jumped on the bed suddenly swiping at her hands. His body hung over hers as he dipped his lips down to hers pulling her into another deep kiss, his erection grazed over her hot skin. He hissed as the contact of her hot skin burned against the tip of his shaft.

He moved to her side breaking the kiss from her, his lips dancing over her shoulders as his hands moved down her stomach to her panties. His fingers glided over her panties and his hand slid down between her legs. His fingers slid over the wet fabric and he moved over her breast tugging at her bra with his blunt teeth. Her body arched into his lips, and her hips greedily sought out what she need from his hand. He unclasped her bra with his teeth and her breasts bounced free from their confinements and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing over her sensitive peaked flesh as his fingers slid under the wet fabric and found her center. His fingers moved over her clit rubbing it gently as her hands moved to his hair tangling her fingers in his blonde locks pressing him closer to her breast.

He moved from her hands and her chest and looked down into her eyes as he slid one finger inside of her hot core, his thumb teasing at her clit as he slowly slid his finger in and out of her. Her eyes hazed over with pleasure as another finger moved into her. Her hips arched into his hand as she met his thrusts, her nails scratched across the skin of his arm as she held onto him as her body started to shake.

He stared down at her wanting to see her eyes as he sent her over the edge.

"Uhn…uhn…oh my God…Spike…Spike." Buffy moaned arching into him as her hips bounced against his bed.

"Open your eyes luv." Spike pleaded. "Please Buffy."

Buffy opened her eyes to stare back into his blue orbs, she was beautiful as her body shook with the pleasure he gave her. Her orgasm broke from her lips as she cried out his name never taking her eyes off of him. She laid their content in the pleasure that had soared through her body. He moved down the bed pulling her panties down her legs and dropping them to the floor. He watched as she stared up at him as he pushed his jeans to the ground and crawled back up her body. Her legs spread for him and he leaned down giving her a chaste kiss on her lips, pausing at her entrance. The heat and her wetness burned his flesh as he sat above her waiting for her to let him in. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she started pulling him closer to her hot core.
"I need you inside me. Please Spike, I want you inside me."

His hips moved into her and she concealed his shaft completely within her. He stopped hidden between her depths the feeling of being inside her being too much. He dug his face into the crevice of her neck and shoulder and his demon shifted against her skin as her heat burned around him. He slowly pulled from her, leaving his head just barely sheathed in her heat and he shook the demon away and kissed her skin softly before looking back into her eyes and moving inside of her again. His movements were slow at first as he looked down at her.

"Spike, oh my God." Buffy moaned as she slowly moved against his body, his hand cupping her breast as he moved down capturing her lips again, this time the kiss more feral and needier.

His tongue fought with hers and his pace quickened twisting his pelvis against hers hitting her clit reviling in the moans the poured from her lips. Her hands gripped at the sheets and clawed at his back as her teeth dug into his flesh as he moved harder and faster.

"Cor, Buffy you're so wet." Spike moaned slamming into her sleek center. "Luv….cor….I love you so much."

"Uhn…uhn….uhn…Spike…I'm….oh God Spike."

His hand reached between their bodies and her rubbed against her clit as his thrusts steadied in a hard pace against her.

"So tight." Spike groaned against her neck. "Cum for me, luv."

"God Spike…I..I…"

His lips captured hers and stopped her ramblings as he twisted her slit between his fingers. She broke from his kiss and her fingernails clutched at his skin, digging into his flesh piercing the skin as she came once again, calling his name. Her legs squeezed against his side and shook around his body. Her muscles squeezed around his cock pulling out his own orgasm filling her with his cold seed.

"I love you Buffy." He groaned as he came.

"Oh God, Spike." She screamed as she came again, clutching his body close to hers.

His body collapsed on top hers and he laid there kissing at her neck, nipping at the tender skin, her arms around his body holding him close to her, as she laid content in her pleasure. He neglectfully rolled off her body and she whimpered at the loss of his flesh over hers, and inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled him close to his body trying to pull the blankets up and over both of the lovers. She curled her small body next to his laying her head down on his chest amazed it raised and fell from the breath he took for no reason. She reached over and grabbed his hand intertwining her fingers amongst his.

"What now, Spike?" Buffy questioned.

"What do you want, luv?" Spike wondered.

"Tomorrow." She faintly smiled thinking of a tomorrow with him, like this, the way they were at this moment in his bed.

"Well then I will give you tomorrow pet." Spike told her kissing the top of her head.

"Promise?"

"I will give you tomorrow and the next tomorrow, the one after that, and all the tomorrow's for the rest of your life if that's' what you want Buffy." Spike assured her squeezing her gently against his cool body.

"Tomorrow is another day." Buffy smirked at the old cliché her mom use to say all the time, a tear dropped from her eye.

"That's what they say." Spike said.

"Mom used to say that." Buffy sniffled.

"I know." Spike said hugging her, knowing she was starting to cry.

"You'll be here tomorrow?" It was more of a statement then a question, but she still needed to hear the answer.

"I'll always be here. Do anything for you." Spike stated. "Today and tomorrow."

"Good." Buffy cried wrapping her arms around him pulling him closer to her as her eyes closed.

"Whatcha thinking about Buffy?" Angel asked.

She shivered as she pulled her coat closer to her small body, the cool air grazing over her in the chilled night air of the vacant cemetery. Her mother's open grave only steps away from her, and her dark haired former lover. His arms wrapped tighter around her as she started to shake slightly. "Tomorrow" Buffy whispered, a small smile grazing over her features.

THE END

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