Summary:Spike follows Buffy home. Buffy lost in her thoughts, thinking about him turns around and finds him standing in the doorway to her room. They share a look and attack, not being to tear their gazes and hands from each other's bodies
Date Added: Dec 2004
Falling Under
Chapter 2
He looks soo damn good, she thought her eyes basking in the sight of him.
His trademark black leather duster cradling his body, the open red button down shirt. The black under shirt, his tight black jeans revealing the hidden strength in his legs and the other unmentionable part of his body. Buffy's mouth wanted to water at the sight of him.
What the hell does he do? Paint his jeans on? was the thought going through her mind.
They simply stood there staring at each other. Their eyes locked on one another. The sexual tension was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. There was a whirl of color and suddenly they were grabbing at each other. Mouths hungrily kissing the other. Spike's hands were on Buffy's face, his mouth kissing hers with fierce passion.
I'm going under, I'm drowning in you, I'm falling forever, I've got to break through.....
Spike thought he would melt, the touch of her was so amazing. And how she was responding to his touch. He couldn't believe the Slayer, his Slayer, Buffy was kissing and touching him back.
"God Spike I have wanted this for so long," Buffy breathed against his mouth.
"Buffy......Buffy I love you," he managed to get out between kisses.
His hands drifted down from her face to her shoulders. He kneaded her warm flesh before sliding down to her waist. Grabbing her hips he pulled her closer, tighter against his body. The evidence of his passion, of his want for her pressing against her. Her hands clutched at his leather duster, pulling it down his shoulders and arms. It landed in a black pool around them. She grabbed at his red button down shirt and pulled it from his body. He smiled against her mouth as she ripped the final piece of clothing from his chest.
She gasped as her warm hands finally had contact with his cool body. Her fingers traced his chest and his stomach. Marveling at the sharpness of his muscles. She broke her kiss with him and pressed kisses down his throat to his chest. Spike threw his head back as Buffy's warm mouth descended on his chest. Her tongue circled a nipple causing Spike to let out a moan.
He wove his hands through the molten gold of her hair. She smiled as her tongue circled his other nipple causing the same moan to come from his mouth. Winding her hair around his hand he pulled her face away from his chest and crushed his lips to hers.
As they kissed with fierce abandon he removed his hands from her hair to the thin spaghetti straps of her nightie. He slowly slid the straps down her arms. The nightie falling in a flash of white at her feet. He pulled away from her mouth and looked at her. She stood before him only in her white lacy thong. His hands brushed against her stomach. Her swollen nipples aching to be touched. He smiled and gladly obliged. His tongue reached out and flicked at the swollen nub, making it strain out from her body. If it werent for his hands holding her back Buffy would have fallen, the touch of his cool moist tongue was almost her undoing.
His blue eyes met her green ones as his mouth captured a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and rolled it around on his tongue. He watched her as her face became over shadowed by her desire for him. She pulled his head up and grabbed his hand and headed over to the bed.
Releasing his hand she turned her back to him. Looking over her shoulder she bent down and pulled her thong off, giving Spike a great view of her ass.
Buffy motioned to Spike's remainder of clothing and he looked down noticing he still wore his black jeans and boots.
"You want these off?" he asked her teasingly.
"Like you have to ask," She replied.
His eyes never leaving hers, he slowly slid his boots off followed by his jeans. She was amazed that he didnt have any boxers or briefs or anything for that matter on underneath his jeans. She lay back on the bed and watched him. His body was absolutely beautiful, she thought as he strode over to her. Reaching out her arms to him, she pulled him against her.
His cool skin a shock to her warm one. She felt as though she was on fire she wanted Spike so bad. He trailed his hands across her bare breasts as his mouth claimed hers once again. His cool tongue ran against hers. His cold hands raining goosebumps up and down her flesh. Her insides felt like mush. The center of her body wet and throbbing.
Spike kissed down her cheek and chin to her neck, biting gently as he settled in between her legs. He wanted to pleasure her for hours but he felt he would burst if he didnt have her right then and there. She opened her legs willingly waiting for him to make a move. He kneeled up and positioned his rock hard cock at her entrance. No words were needed as Spike slid his length inside of her.
Im going under, Drowning in you, Im falling forever, Ive got to break through.......
Buffy eyes closed as her body adjusted to his. He held himself tight inside her not moving.
