TALK TO ME (1/1)
 

Willow lowered her head, catching his mouth with hers as she moved against
him. His left hand was on her breast, his fingers twisting her nipple
roughly. His right hand was on her waist, the black of his fingernails a
contrast to the pale skin he was holding onto so tightly. He bucked up,
sending his cock deeper into her as his tongue claimed possession of her
mouth. Willow's hands were not idle. Her left hand was moving along his face,
entwining the fingers in his hair and then moving back along his cheekbones.
Her right hand was moving along his chest, twisting his nipples in much the
same way that he was twisting hers. She felt the tension in her as her
muscles began to tighten around him. She pulled back from his mouth, a low
moan coming from her lips as she came, squeezing him tightly as his mouth
caught her breast. She felt his teeth scrape against her sensitive nipples as
his hands moved behind her back. Her world exploded as he flipped them, his
thrusts fast and deep as her legs went around his waist.
 

He moved his mouth from one breast to the other, using his tongue and teeth
to keep her on edge. One of his hands moved between their joined bodies, his
thumb brushing her clit in time with his thrusts. She could distantly hear
moaning and begging, recognizing her own voice as he continued to pound into
her. Her hand went to his head, roughly pulling it up towards her mouth.
Their tongues met again in a hard kiss as she ground her body down against
his cock. She could feel the ridges of his forehead against her face, her
tongue moving along his sharp teeth as the continued to kiss. His strokes
became more frenzied as she again felt the tension in her body. This time,
she wanted him to find release with her. She dug her fingernails into his
back as he tore his mouth from hers. She moved her head to the side without
thinking, offering her neck as he growled. His teeth pierced her skin in a
familiar painful way, his seed spilling inside her as she cried out in
release.
 

She listened to his soft purring as his tongue moved over her bite. He stayed
inside her, their juices coating her thighs and the sheets underneath her. It
had been nearly a month of these nights. Buffy had known for two weeks, but
the slayer had not said a word to anyone but her. Spike had no idea that
anyone knew. How would he? They never spoke. Research sessions, patrols,
general get togethers. Not a single word. No, there was one time that he had
asked her to hand him a book. Less than five words. Yet, every night found
him in her room, taking her to places that she'd never dreamed existed. Even
after good sex <wonderful, exciting, fantastic...her mind could come up with
two dozen words to describe the sex> he'd never say a word. Not a thank you.
Not a 'it's been fun'. Not a 'great sex, pet'. Nothing.
 

She hadn't really minded in the beginning. It was all new, she had been
lonely. She didn't know if what was happening meant anything except the sex.
It had been almost as if speaking would make the dream reality, and everyone
knew that reality never quite measured up. That was weeks ago though. Now, it
bothered her. On one side, she was scared that he didn't say anything because
it was just sex. That maybe he was thinking of someone else and didn't want
to be reminded that it was really her he was fucking. On the other side, she
had to wonder why he kept coming back. They never spoke but he followed her.
She'd caught him one night, shadowing her after a research session. She knew
that he knew she'd seen him. Their eyes had met and he'd smile a smile that
she still couldn't understand. Sort of a sheepish I've been caught smile
mixed with a I don't give a damn that you caught me smile. It had just added
to her confusion about their entire affair.
 

Buffy had asked her once if she had thought it was just good sex or thought
it might be a future beyond the bedroom. She hadn't been able to answer that
question. She could now. She wanted it to be something more. The sex was
good, of course, but it was more than that. He said so many things with his
eyes. Words weren't needed at times like that. She loved waking up in his
arms. His touch calmed her, made everything seem all right no matter how bad
the day had been. She knew that she didn't know him. Not the him that he kept
hidden from the world. Sure she'd seen flashes of it. A change in his eyes, a
change in the way he held her. She was too scared to say anything for fear
that he would just leave, but she had reached a point where she knew she had
to speak up. They might be able to have a future together. She could very
well love him if given the chance.
 

She looked at him, saw him watching her, his eyes curious but reserved. She
sighed, smiling softly. After taking a deep breath, she took a chance and
whispered, "Talk to me?"
 

***********THE END****************

next