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Smell
The spasms of his orgasm run their course, leaving Spike spent and sated for the moment. Beneath him, his Red has gone limp, her form lying boneless on the bed. He smiles with the knowledge that she’s never before come like that and that he’s the only one who ever had and ever would, take her to such heights.
Reluctantly he eases his softened cock from her tight little pussy before it hardens again as it’s twitching to do and removes his hands from her body. A quiver of reaction moves visibly through her unconscious frame at those withdrawals and he smiles even more at this proof of how beautifully she responds to him without thought or hesitation. Carefully he shifts his weight from her to lie on his side next to her, idly bringing the hand that had been toying with her clit up to inhale and savor her scent. He can detect the soap she uses something clean and earthy, under the heady fragrance of her come, an indiscernible bouquet of salty and sweet, wanton and innocent odors that he could only categorize as Willow. Done imprinting the smell on his mind, he takes the digits into his mouth to lick away the faint traces of her moisture and let it dance on his tongue. His cock stirs and begins to harden with interest as he savors another sampling of her essence, a flavor he could easily become addicted to, and he fights the urge to slip between her legs to get a better taste. The desire to have her alert for such activities so he could hear the sweet music of her pleasured and pained cries tamps down that urge.
Instead, he props himself up on his elbow and listens to the sluggish thudding of her heart as she recovers while watching her chest rise and fall over shallow breaths. His eyes trail over her nudity, possessively claiming all he sees as his - his Red, his Witch, his sweet fiery Goddess, his Willow. He lingers on the sight of her arms still stretched up above her head with her slackened fingers barely, but striving to continue holding the wooden slats in the bed frame even in the midst of her faint. It was a sight that most would probably find insignificant, but he found it extremely meaningful and made a mental note to reward her for being such a good girl. Already she obeyed and trusted him as if they had been lovers for years rather than little more than a single day.
She trusts so easily, he smiles ruefully at how that trait of hers was a good and bad thing for him. Good in that her open, trusting nature was what was allowing him to be this close to her. To have her in at least one of the ways he’d been wanting since that moment in the factory last year when he’d really taken a moment to notice her looks and scent, even if he’d been too drunk at that time to appreciate that newfound knowledge. Bad in that that kindness was a temptation to all demons that craved some taste of such a pure soul and he worried about her.
Rationally he knew she was a lot stronger than her idiotic friends gave her credit for, all his senses detected the raw power of the magicks within her just waited to be unleashed, but no matter her strength she was still human and with all the frailties of mortality. All it would take was one silly mistake like walking the wrong path at night or being friendly with the wrong creature and the vibrant flame of her life could be extinguished without him able to do a thing to stop it.
Sure, he had had every intention of being the one to do the extinguishing just a few short weeks ago, but even then he wouldn’t have left her dead. He would have given her the gift Dru had given him over a century ago - unimaginable strength and power combined with immortality and a release from the stifling bonds of humanity. He would have brought her vibrancy into his dark world and shared eternity with her. Made her his fiery Goddess forever and taught her all about the wonders available to her as such a powerful creature. About the incredible joys of being a vampire. And she would have taken each lesson diligently, like the apt little pupil she was. He knows from her eager responses to him sexually that she would have relished his schooling and learned her lessons with great ease, adapting quickly to his world and growing to love it as he did.
The regret he felt at not being able to carry out all those plans wasn’t as great as he would have thought it would be. In fact, as he feels her warmth sinking into him, he finds himself rather sure he’d more regret having turned her and missed knowing what it felt like to be taken into her like this. To feel her hot cunt pulse around his cock. To hear the frantic pounding of her heart and desperate gasps for breath. To taste the rich cream from her quim, salty sweat from her skin, briny tang of tears from her face and sweetness of her lips. To watch her body flush with blushes of modesty and desire. To smell the addictive scents of her arousal, blood, power, purity and come. All things that were vastly different or completely absent from a female vampire lover. Many of his nights with Dru, though he would treasure what he’d had with his sire for all eternity, paled in comparison to just one time between this mortal’s creamy thighs. Lush limbs that parted so sweetly for him and wrapped so tightly around his hips that it almost felt like he were coming home when he sank inside her.
In all honesty, he concedes as he carefully moves from the bed to pick her up and yank back the bedcovers to tuck her in again, he prefers having her alive.
That strawberry sweetness about her would fade and slowly be destroyed by the demon he would have turned her into. Her kindness would have been twisted by that same demon, turning her into a purely evil thing he would love and hate to share forever with. Love for being so like him, such a perfect match for the infamous Spike, but hate having forever lost her innocence and warmth. The blushes, insecurities, rambling, often strange way of talking and goofy grins he was growing to adore about her just wouldn’t be the same were she a vampire.
With a self-loathing frown, he shakes those very William thoughts aside before he starts mentally composing some dreadful pose, even as that human side of him wonders if she’d appreciate his poetic efforts. If he allowed himself to, he could write pages full of odes to her beauty and spirit. Rhapsodize about the color of her hair, twinkle of her eyes, softness of her lips, taste of her kiss or sound of her sighs. Extol the sensations of touching her skin, suckling her breasts and diving into her core with his tongue or fingers or dick.
Yes, he thinks wryly, if he allowed himself to he could undoubtedly pen some of the most God awful tripe imaginable in an attempt to capture a moment like this or praise his Red with mere words. Still part of him thinks she would like his making the effort. She wasn’t likely to say anything hurtful like Cecily had to ridicule his expressions of worship and devotion. She was, in fact, very likely to be flattered that he would write a poem about her.
Pushing all such thoughts aside with a mental note to test the theory later on in their relationship, he refocuses on the present. His free hand runs up one of her arms and gently pulls her hand loose from the headboard, lightly kissing her palm to soothe the impressions left on her skin by the wooden slat, then laying it at her side. He repeats the gesture with her other hand, getting a slight response from her when his lips brush her flesh causing her fingers wiggle as if the contact was tickling her. At that sign that she may be ticklish, he resists the urge to tickle her to wakefulness and moves his hand to push the clinging strands of hair back from her wet face. His fingertips brush over the mix of tears and sweat on her flushed skin, collecting the moisture he takes pride in causing. He leans toward her to kiss the tracks of each teardrop from the corners of her closed eyes, relishing the fact that every single one was a tear born of overwhelming pleasure from his touch. Pleasure so intense that it demanded release through screams and sobs until the storm of her climax ended. Her eyelashes flutter at the caress of his mouth on her face, another sign that she’s beginning to recover from the pinnacle she had reached, and he moves to press a tender kiss on her slack and parted lips.
A soft sigh escapes her at the brief contact and he replaces his mouth with his fingers, skimming his forefinger over her moist lips to get a feel of their velvety heat. He slowly trails the digit over her little chin then continues down the length of her tempting neck. His eyes follow the finger’s path, unable to resist lingering hungrily over her jugular and steadily beating pulse before drifting down to dance across her collarbone on down to her breasts. The nipples had softened, but remained erect enough to remind him of sweet little berries just waiting to be taken in his mouth again and devoured. All of her seemed to beg to be eaten and it took a damned lot of control to resist partaking in the lush buffet she unconsciously offers lying so peacefully beside him.
Her breathing is back to normal now, he notes happily. The motion of her chest steady, raising and lowering his hand with every in an exhalation as his hand continues on down to her abdomen where he brings it to a stop to rest his palm against her skin just above the red curls between her legs. His fingers thread through those short strands, lightly petting her until her breath hitches in her throat and he knows she’s back with him by the smell of her renewed arousal. He moves a bit lower until her mound is cupped firmly in his palm then he drags his gaze up her body to find her staring at him. Her eyes are half open, slumberous with satisfaction yet twinkling with the willingness to go again if he so desires.
She lifts a heavy arm to touch her fingertips fleetingly to his face, skimming over his eyebrow, cheekbone and lips in an airy caress before dropping back to the mattress. He leans over her, pressing his once more fully erect length against her hip, as he kisses her. A smile curls her lips when he brushes his mouth lightly over them, just teasing them both. The grin remains in place as he increases the contact, pressing closed mouth kisses more firmly and lingeringly to her lips. At the same time, he begins moving his fingers between her legs, stroking over her clit then dipping down toward her hole until she shudders and opens her mouth to gasp. Before he accepts her unspoken invitation and slips his tongue into that opening he looks toward her eyes, wanting to watch them as he sinks into her, only to find her eyelids have fallen shut again.
"Look at me," he lifts his lips to order, stopping the motions of his hand until she complies.
It takes her a few moments, but eventually her long lashes part for him to stare down into her lively emerald eyes. They’re cloudy and a bit unfocused at first, making him smile fondly, then she blinks the desire and confusion away and meets his gaze. Seeing that he’s got her attention, he lowers his mouth to hers again and determinedly maintaining eye contact as he slides his tongue past her lips at the exact same instant he suddenly thrusts two fingers into her core. She moans loudly into the kiss at the penetrations, eyes rolling back then fluttering shut as her hips jerk up into his hand.
He explores the confines of her mouth, mapping the cavern with his tongue, while he grinds the heel of his palm against her clit and pulls the fingers back until they’re almost withdrawn then shoving them back in. Probably a little rougher than he should be, but she clearly liked it so he does it again, this time curling the digits as he withdraws them to rake his fingertips along the tissues lining her channel. She shudders at that and tears her mouth from his to gasp his name. He leans back a little to watch her squirm, hands clawing at the blankets beneath them as she makes those delicious noises he could never hear enough of. Her hips move with his fingers, rising and falling in time with the jabs and withdrawals of the digits and shifting restlessly from side to side to grind her swollen little clitty against his palm.
When she pulls her left leg up, digs the foot into the mattress for leverage and begins countering his thrusts more strongly he adds a third finger and focuses his gaze on the sight of her body so eagerly taking the intruders inside. His hand, so pale in comparison to her fiery curls and ripe pink folds, is visibly slick with moisture comprised of their combined juices and he stiffens with the desire to taste the liquid. The smell of sex is heavy in the room, permeating his senses until he has to have more than this. He shoves his fingers deep inside her then stops there, taking a moment to enjoy the sight and feel of her fucking herself on the digits with the increasingly wild movements of her pelvis. He can tell she’s close again from the way her walls are shuddering around him, grasping at his hand and flexing in an effort to suck him in even deeper, but he doesn’t want her to come from this so he slowly resists the pull of her womb and withdraws.
She cries out when he completely removes his touch, hips continuing to thrust against nothing until it becomes clear he won’t be filling her again. Just as he’s about to wrap his arms around her and roll on to his back to shift their bodies until was astride him for their next joining she does something completely unexpected that stops him in his tracks. Her left hand releases it’s death grip on the covers and moves to replace his between her legs, slim little fingers diving right in to take over the rhythm his had established. A helpless little whimper escapes her as she realizes her digits just aren’t thick enough to really substitute his, but she jerks desperately against them in an effort to find release.
The sight of her fingering herself captivates him. Her body twists and arches at her touch as she mindlessly strives to reach that plateau of joy again. His presence is seemingly forgotten, but he isn’t really bothered by that as this vision is worth being temporarily overlooked. When she moves to brace her right foot on the bed to aid in the thrusting of her hips, he makes his proximity known, though, by placing his slick hand on her thigh to keep it down on the mattress. Assured that his view will remain unobscured by that restraining hold, he continues to watch her with heated eyes as his hips begin to move helplessly in time with hers. His cock slides the heated softness of her hip, finding only a little relief at the friction and trailing precum on her flesh.
After a moment, her right hand joins in, working her clit as the other pumps her digits hard, fast and deep into her cunt. Her moans increase in volume and frequency as the addition of more fingers helps her on her way to self-induced climax. He matches her sounds with guttural grunts and growls as he loses himself in the sight of both her hands buried between her widespread thighs and rocks his hips in time with hers. Without conscious thought, he leans down until he can feel the heat rising from her skin, smell her sweat and practically taste the juice coating the frantic hands he cannot take his eyes away from. She groans his name, as if sensing him so close to her core and her scent changes slightly, letting him know she on the verge. Her movements and breaths become jerkier and he feels his balls tightening as his own body prepares to come when she does.
"Oh, God, Spike," she cries out in both entreaty and blissful relief as, with a twist of the fingers gripping the nub of her clitoris and a hard stab of the digits penetrating her, she finds release. Her hands clench, prolonging the contact and ecstasy as her back bows up off the bed and her frame shudders uncontrollably.
At the sound of that cry, feel of those shudders and with the knowledge that thoughts of him pushed her to that release, his dick thrusts against the soft skin of her hip until it presses up against hard bone. For just a second he grinds his shaft against that ungiving surface then he finds the pressure he needed and joins her in climax, crying out her name and spurting onto her skin as the pleasure convulses his spine.
Before she has any time to recover, even before the last spasm jerks through his own form, he yanks her hands away from her snatch and rolls onto his back before pulling her limp and quivering body on to his. Despite coming his cock is still rock hard and hungry with overstimulation from her little performance. His hands slip on her hips, slick as they were from his spendings, causing him to growl impatiently before tightening his grip to position her entrance over his tip. She makes a sound, of pleasure or protest he neither knows or cares, as he instantly follows the positioning up with one hard, deep thrust that embeds his entire length completely inside her. Her pussy’s still spasming with little aftershocks from her orgasm and he practically howls at the way he can feel every little twitch along his shaft, making it all the harder for him to keep from coming again.
With quick, almost perfunctory, gestures he shifts her from lying sprawled and dazed atop him to kneeling astride his hips. Her hands smack down onto his chest to keep herself upright when her body sways at the rapid movements her mind is still to sluggish to follow and his nostrils flare as he inhales the fragrance of the come drying on her fingers. He snatches her left hand up and shoves it into his mouth while moving his free hand to the center of her chest to keep her from collapsing back against him. Voraciously he attacks the three digits that had been inside her, licking and sucking and biting the fingers until all he could taste on them was his own saliva. All the while his hips begin a slow and steady rocking motion to slide his cock around within the tight grip of her cunny.
He can hear the huffs of her breath and pounding of her heart as she tries to regain some kind of control of her body. Feel the unconscious clenching of her vagina as his shifting length touches spots inside her that make her pulse beat even faster as she makes some sound of pleasure and briefly stops breathing all together. See the hectic color staining her face and chest, the sweat trickling down her body from her exertions, the sway of her nipples as her breasts bounce with each panting breath and the tension that’s holding her form taut above his as she waits for another climax to overwhelm her. Taste their combined juices as he shifts her cleansed hand from his mouth back to his chest and replaces it with her right one to eat her essence off those fingers. Most of all he was being driven crazy by the smell.
Them. All he could smell was them. His scent on her. Her scent on him. The scents of their arousal and come combining to fill the room with a new and mouth-watering fragrance that was quite simply them.
The odor makes him ravenous and, with a growl, he releases her from his mouth to grab onto her hips with both of his hands. He fights to keep his demon from coming forth and resists the urge to throw her on her back and assuage his hunger by slamming into her softness. He was still rational enough to know that in this state with his advanced strength he could hurt her with the full force of his passion. Instead, he gulps in unneeded breaths and grits his teeth in an effort to find calm as his hands hold her hips a bit tighter than they should as he raises and lowers her on his shaft.
"Ride me," he grinds fiercely out after a moment, needing her to become more active and aggressive before he loses all control.
Rather than obey him instantly as she’d done his other commands, she freezes like a deer caught in an oncoming car’s headlights as his words sink in. He sees a look of hesitance and uncertainty cross her features before she ducks her head forward to avoid his gaze as her fingers fidget against his chest. She mutters something, but he can’t make out the words. He runs a hand up her back to fist in her hair and bring her gaze back to his as he frowns in concentration and asks her what she’d said.
"I don’t know how," she mumbles as if such a confession could somehow disappoint him, when the words thrill him with the knowledge of how much he can teach her - all things that she will only ever do with him. "I’ve never - "
He silences her clumsy utterance with his fingers sliding from her hair to brush over her lips.
"Remember last night?" He prompts gently, fighting for the patience to guide her when his body was screaming at him to simply take her.
Her blush deepens and a light touches her eyes that tells him she remembers as vividly as he does as she nods in answer to his question.
"Remember the first time? Beside the bed," he has to clench his jaw as the memory replays in his own mind and adds to his current hunger, "on our knees?"
"Yes," she moans, fingers digging into the taut muscles of his pecs as she begins slowly lifting and dropping herself on his cock like she had then with his guidance.
"Tha’s it, luv," he strokes her cheek for a moment then runs the hand down her body to cup her breast as his other hand massages her hip reassuringly. "Up and down, baby," he hisses, thrusting up when she moves down and rolling her plump nipple around with his fingers. "Faster," he groans in command and plea as her muscles flutter around him with every move she makes.
She catches on quickly, her body remembering the dance it did for him the night before even if her mind was a bit unclear on the details. She leans forward more, bracing her hands on the bed next to his head and finding a rhythm that grinds her clit against his groin each time she sinks down on him completely and again as she starts to raise up off him. Their eyes meet as she starts moving faster and harder, pushing herself up with her legs then thrusting herself back down with her arms.
"Just like that, luv," he praises, stroking her back and sides in encouragement. "’S so good," he groans with a shudder as his body rises to meet her downward thrusts. "You’re a natural, pet," he growls as their groins meet with an audible slap of flesh connecting hard with flesh.
He can see in her gaze a dawning sense of wonder and power as she realizes just how much control over him this position gives her. Sees the gleam that enters her eyes as he can practically hear the wheel turning in that brilliant brain of hers as she begins to test that newfound control. Despite his impatience, which he demonstrates with growls and the bruising grip of his fingers, she begins to experiment. The speed with which she moves picks up to a pounding blur of motion that he meets eagerly then slows to a near halt that has his body tensing with frustration. She tries out little twists and rolls of her pelvis that send all kinds of sensations racing through both their bodies. With a look of intense concentration, she flexes her inner muscles to clench his cock as she slides up and down the length. When his eyes roll back in their sockets and he grinds out a pleasured cry of "Christ" at that act, she smiles happily and does it repeatedly as she continues to research what all she can do from her perch straddling his prone form. Her moves become confident and deliberate as her actions wring uncontrollable reactions from him, sometimes making him groan and thrash beneath her, others making him exclaim her name in both plea and pleasure. She watches his reactions to every little thing she does and he can practically see her making notes of what he likes and really likes for future reference.
Finally he could take no more and he moves a hand back up into her hair, threading his fingers in the strands to pull her down to him. "Please," he whispers against her lips, communicating his need and seeing her surprise at him actually pleading with her, before he crushes his mouth to hers in a devouring kiss.
Their tongues delve past each other’s lips for a brief taste of what laid beyond before she pulls away to sit upright again. She starts moving fast and hard, just how he wanted it, and his hand returns to her hip to urge her on. He watches her body bounce over his, wanting to sit up and suck on her bobbing breasts but not about to do anything to upset her rhythm.
As her breathing increases and his habitual pants stop all together, she surprises him once more by lifting her hands from the bed, balancing completely on her legs and using them to control her motions then arching backward and placing her palms on her stomach. She caresses the slick, quivering skin there, looking into his eyes with her heavy-lidded gaze as she does so, then moves her hands up to those breasts. She cups the mounds, as if holding them for his parted lips to take, then begins fondling them and toying with her nipples. His counter-thrusts slow as the sight of her touching herself again enthralls him. Her clear, unpolished fingernails flick over the hard little nubs she was tweaking. He sees and feels the tremor of delight that races through her at the contact, groaning as her channel tightens around him. She repeats the gesture, back bowing as she increases the pressure to scrape the sensitive skin, leaving it redder from the scratches.
After a few moments of tormenting him with that act, she moves one hand up to her mouth and slides two fingers inside to moisten them before returning them to her nipple. The nub glistens with her saliva as the slick digits slide over it and he licks his lips with the desire to wipe the residue away with his tongue. She then moves her other hand to anoint two of it’s fingers, but instead of placing them back on her breast her hand ventures downward until it’s buried in the curls between her legs and the wet digits are pushing against her clit. The fingers start slipping and sliding slickly over the nub, occasionally moving down to deliberately touch or accidentally poke his shaft, and her hips begin pumping in time with the caresses. His body moves without thought to copy her motions, resuming its thrusts up into her gripping warmth.
Every time she moans, he groans. When she arches her back to push harder against her fingers, he jerks upward to bury himself deeper and harder within her. Her pussy clenches around him and his fingers convulse on her hips, forcing her to ride him faster.
If ever he was going to spontaneously combust, watching her just then would be just the thing to do it. Her soft, full breasts were bouncing each time her body slams downward to embed his cock as deep inside her cunt as possible. Her flesh was glowing with the flush of excitement and desire as it glistening in the lighting from sweat. As her head flops forward, he can see that her eyes are clenched shut in intense concentration and her lower lip clutched tightly between her pearly white teeth as she focuses on finding release once more. The sight of her fingers moving on the places that he wanted his hands and mouth to be was enough to drive him insane.
Bloody gorgeous, he thinks then is vaguely aware of his voice speaking the words aloud.
Her rhythm falters as she hears the compliment and her eyes open to stare down at him in an attempt to gauge his sincerity. He meets her gaze without hesitation, looking at her openly so she can see that he means it. Telling her with his eyes how beautiful she is to him like this.
She gets all emotional then, a sheen of moisture making her eyes shimmer as she gives him this sweet smile of surprise and gratitude at his praise. The hand between her legs is shifted to stroke his cheek and the one on her breast moves to the bed to hold her up as she bends down to press her lips softly against his. He growls and shudders at her slick digits on his face, the smell of her teasing his nose, but he subdues the hunger that increases at that fragrance and concentrates on gently returning her kiss. The tip of her tongue skates across the seam of his lips and he instantly parts them to let her inside. She slides the warm organ into his mouth as her body begins moving atop his. One of his hands strokes up her spine to tangle once more in her hair as he parts his lips wide and guides her head to an angle that allows them to kiss deeply.
Their tongues twine and grind together in time with the motions of his shaft within her. A strangled moan escapes her as his hands move round to her ass, squeezing the soft warm globes of flesh and holding her still as he increases the speed and force of his thrusts. She twists her mouth from his to bury her face in his chest while her channel flutters around his length. He can sense her nearing the edge and offers up a quick thanks for that fact as he begins to feel a familiar tingling at the base of his spine, warning that he won’t last much longer.
Not about to come before her, he sucks in his flat gut and shifts a hand between them to toy with her clit. She gasps against him at the first contact of his hard cool fingers against the raw little nub, pressing her damn forehead hard against the muscles of his chest. The breath she sucked in is expelled in a rush, blowing moist warmth across his sensitive nipple, when his thumb and forefinger grip the taut bud, rolling it between his fingertips until shudders began racing through her body. When he pushes against the knot of nerves with the pad of his thumb, crushing it gently against her pelvic bone, then grinds it between the two surfaces she screams out his name and sinks her teeth into his pectoral as release hits her again.
The bite proves more than his strained control can take and he loses it. His demon breaks free, turning the fingernails gripping her ass into claws that, unknowingly, break her soft skin and shifting his features into their vampiric façade. His fangs, now prominent, long to find some part of her luscious body to sink into as her teeth had latched onto his chest, but he resists the urge not wanting the bloody chip to interfere in the moment. Instead, he throws his head back, unleashes a howl of satisfaction and some frustration at having to deny his demon then turns his head to the side to bite a pillow. He feels her cunt contracting around his length, drawing him in deeper and groans into the stifling barrier as he shoots his release into her welcoming heat.
Their bodies seem to spasm endlessly with their orgasms, leaving them both limp and panting when the last one finally recedes. After a moment he notices the smell of her blood in the room and stiffens, wondering how he’d drawn it. He takes a small measure of relief from the fact that she seems to be in no pain, is, in fact, making very contented and pleased sounds against his chest, but curses this reminder of why it was dangerous for vampires to mate with humans. A loss of control like he’d just had could result in a loss of a mortal’s life.
Shaking off that reminder and his demon, he gently shifts her onto her back beside him to begin searching for the injury. She moans in protest of the move, reaching out for him and clearly wanting to cuddle longer. He smiles at that and drops a kiss on her forehead before running his gaze thoroughly over her front and finding no source of the bleeding.
"What are you doing?" she groans, smacking tiredly at his hands when he rolls her over onto her stomach to continue the search.
He easily finds the crescent shaped impressions on her right buttock and the tiny little rivulets of blood from the deeper marks left by his claws. He answers her question by bending to lick the drying red liquid from her flesh. She moans at the drag of his tongue over her skin and he groans at the fleeting taste of her sweet, rich blood. His fangs ache with the desire to come forward and draw more of the plasma from her, but he again ignores his demon, not wanting to do anything to spoil this.
When he’s cleaned up every droplet he kisses each insignificant mark left by his fingernails then, unable to resist all his urges, moves his mouth down to the apex of her thighs. The scent of their combined juices there overwhelms him and after a deep breath to savor the smell, he slips between her legs and dives into the moist crevice. Her body shudders and a sound of pleasure and protest escapes her as he runs his tongue along her slit then thrusts it into her pussy. He repeats the motions until she’s clawing at the covers, saying things and making noises that are muffled by the way she’s buried her face against the mattress and her body is moving mindlessly in time with the dips and flicks of his tongue. She comes twice from his gentle drinking from her core, crying out his name as her body climaxes and bathes his mouth with more of her essence.
"No more," he finally hears her whimpering as he begins working to bring her off a third time, still not having had his fill of her cream. "Can’t. Too much."
Loathe to do so, but knowing he must, he stops and pulls his face back. As if coming out of a trance, he blinks and finally notices how red and swollen she is, indicating that the sensitive tissues of her femininity have gotten a bit more use in the last twenty-four hours than they can take. Pulling back further, he can see the exhaustion in every line of her body, even as tremors of pleasure continue to race through her and cause various muscles to twitch and quiver. She’s covered in sweat, her hair wet with it, and breathing raggedly while continue to whimper and moan that she can’t take anymore, apparently not yet catching on to the fact that he’s stopped.
"Shh," he soothes, turning her over and sliding up to take her into his arms.
He finds tears on her face again and kisses them away as he rocks her, continuing to make calming noises until her body relaxes and her steady breaths tell him she’s gone to sleep. He smiles ruefully at that, part of him wanting to apologize for his thoughtlessness and talk to her some before he leaves while another knows that she needed the rest and it was time for him to go. A glance at her bedside clock tells him they’d been at it for nearly three hours, the passage of so much time causing him to frown at the realization of just how carried away he’d gotten and how careless that loss of control was with her.
Reluctantly, he releases her, being careful not to disturb her, to rise from the bed. Just as he did last night, he scoops her up in his arms, taking a moment this time to relish the feel of her cradled in his embrace, making him feel strong and protective, before he pulls back the covers and tucks her into bed. She stirs as he settles the covers over her, murmuring his name and snuggling into a comfortable position. Smiling at that murmur he bends to nuzzle her damp bangs then kiss her forehead, marveling at how this one can so easily make him smile in amusement or fondness. He presses another kiss to her swollen lips, taking one last taste of them as he’s sure it will be a few days before he gets another chance to get this close to her. Before pulling away he inhales one more time to savor his scent laying so strongly on every inch of her flesh, primitively marking her as his.
After a moment of listening to her light snores and making a mental note to tell her she did that at a time in the future where the revelation would most fluster her, he moves to the foot of the bed to collect his clothes. Her panties are on the top of the garments they had shed earlier and he picks them up, fingers stroking the worn white cotton with it’s innocuous strawberry pattern as his nose detects the smell of her arousal on the material. Smiling he fishes his duster out of the pile and tucks the knickers into a hidden pocket inside the coat.
He resists the urge to dig out his cigarettes and have a nice post-coital smoke, knowing that the lingering scent of tobacco would raise questions later. Instead he dresses quickly, sitting on the Slayer’s bed to pull on his boots and briefly considering doing something to annoy his mortal enemy, like dulling the every stake and deadly weapon he knows she keeps in a duffel bag under this bed. Only the knowledge that the blonde was undoubtedly very brassed off at him as it was for her having to search for him all night, and the fact that she wouldn’t know he’d been behind the childish deed, stops him. Sighing at the realization that he’s going to have to search Buffy out, he gets to his feet and slips on his duster, eyes on Willow the whole time, memorizing how peaceful and soft she looks asleep.
"I’ll be back, luv," he moves to her side to promise just as he had the previous night.
The corners of her mouth curl upward in a soft, dreamy smile and she shifts to hug her pillow at his words and he knows that she heard them, even if she thinks she’s dreaming or remembering their utterance. With another sigh, this one of regret and a touch of longing, he drops another fleeting kiss on those lips then turns toward the door. As he flicks off the lights and exits the room he promises himself that one day soon he’ll be able to tuck himself into bed with her and join her in that contented slumber. Thoughts of that day, where they won’t have to worry about the passage of time or the fact that one of her stake-happy friends could catch them and leave him as nothing more than dust in the wind, lighten his steps as he leaves the dorm to make his way back to the librarian’s flat.
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