Apocalypse Eve

By Chibi-red

Ever wonder what happen in the basement the night before the final battle in season seven? The scene shows Buffy coming down the stairs to join Spike, but neither one speaks, and then it goes to the next scene- frustrating!

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Buffy slowly walked down the stairs to the basement. She couldn’t remember ever being this tired. Tomorrow everything would be decided one way or the other. The plans were made, Angel had returned to L.A., and Spike had the amulet. She could still see his face when she gave it to him, like he had won first prize in a contest he didn’t know he had entered. The surprise and awe. When this was over, they definitely needed to sit down and figure our where they were going.

She knew beyond all doubt that she needed him, wanted him but was afraid of him. She didn’t want to think of a life without him. If he only knew how much he meant to her, the power he had over her. He probably thought that she had always called the shots in their relationship but he was wrong. When it came to him, she had very little will power. It took all of her resolve to stay away. That was why, instead of sleeping she was going down, in the dark, with him.

Buffy reached the end of the stairs and found Spike standing in the middle of the room as if he had been waiting for her. She hesitated at the bottom, knowing that the next step she took would mean more than just moving a few inches. It would mean a huge step for them.

Spike knew she would come to him. He also knew how much it would cost her to do it. She had told him the night they had stayed together and held each other that it had meant something to her. He just didn’t know if it meant the same thing as it did to him. He also knew she needed to be with him, to draw on his strength and use the love he had even thought she couldn’t return it. He didn’t even care that she was probably using him again. All he cared about was her.

Neither said a word as they each took a step toward the other, eyes locked. Blue ones held hazel as they came closer and closer. They stopped inches apart. He could feel her breath coming in a quick rhythm. Her heart beat keeping time, rapid and strong. She lifted her face to his, a slight also bashful smile played on her lips. His eyes dropped to those lips, full and pink. He was mesmerized with the tiny dip located on top. He could still remember those lips and all the things they were capable of doing. That thought brought a knowing smile to his own.

She loved his smile, more like a smirk really, and she wanted to see more of them. Their time together might have been short but it held more passion than some people felt in a lifetime. She raised her hand and caressed his face. He had the features of a Roman noble with his chiseled cheekbones and his strong chin and lips. His eyes were the clearest blue she had ever seen, she could get lost in them as she did now.

He watched her study him, taking in his features as if she was really seeing him for the first time. Was it his imagination or did she look at him differently tonight?

She dropped her hand to his side and took his hand and led him to his bed hidden in the corner of the basement. Gently guiding him to sit, she stood between his spread legs and placed her arms loosely around his neck. He looked up in her face searching for any sign of reluctance or rejection, ready to step back with his guard up. Tilting his head slightly he wondered what she was thinking? The soft smile on her face gave no real indication of what was expected of him. Let her set the pace. He wouldn’t push, just be there if she was willing to give. When they were together before, he did push and demand things of her, things she wasn’t ready or prepared to give. But, still he pushed until he pushed to hard.

Buffy noticed the dark shadow cross his eyes. Those glorious blue eyes that showed every emotion, a moment before showed anticipation and awe, now showed hurt and remorse. She ran her finger over his brow trying to ease the frown that had appeared. Her touch helped heal his pain and he looked at her with a tender smile.

She moved to sit in his lap as he placed his arms around her waist. She lowered her mouth to his and softly placed her warm lips on his cooler ones, letting the sensations mingle slowly. Unable to hold back any longer, Spike tightened his grip and pulled her into his embrace. The kiss became deeper as their mouths parted and their tongues met. Angling her head to fit perfectly with the kiss, a soft moan escaped from her throat as the sensations spread from her lips to the core of her body.

He sensed the change in her heart rate and even the slight rise of body temperature as he lowered her slowly to the bed below. Never losing contact with her lips, he raised one hand to slowly unbutton the top button of her blouse. Her chest rose slightly in response to the light feel of his knuckles on her breast as he moved to the next button. Unable to keep her hands still she started absentminded paths on his back. As the kiss deepened, her hands’ journey moved to his hair, neck, arms, anywhere she could feels skin to skin. He broke contact from her lips as he pulled back to open the blouse completely to gaze at her perfect breast. She watched his eyes as they worshiped her, stirring familiar sensations deep inside.

“Buf…” he began, but was silenced by her slim finger pressed to his lips.

“Shhh…” she smiled. “Let’s talk later.”

He nodded in agreement, not sure what he needed to say anyway.

No longer content not being able to touch all of him, she pulled the edge of his t-shirt over his head. Spike rose up slightly and took the shirt the rest of the way off, throwing it to the floor. Supported on one arm he used the other to tenderly run one finger from her cheek, down her neck to the swell of her breast, never once losing eye contact. A thrill shot through her body making her impatient for more….

She instinctively raised her hips to press against his, becoming aware of the evidence of his excitement. He answered her movements with slow controlled pressure from his own. Buffy reached down to the top button of his jeans and started to unbutton them, encouraged by the deep throated groan from Spike. The feel of her fingers next to his abdomen as she loosen the next button, nearly undid his barely contained control. He moved his hips to accommodate her task which only made her fingers fumble. Too impatient he stood up to slide the jeans the rest of the way off, leaving him completely nude. The moonlight was shining in from a high window above the bed, casting a soft blue shadow on his skin.

The sight of him took her breath away. He had the most perfect body, all lean and …..Perfect. Her eyes blazed with desire as she moved her gaze from his body to his face where they met intense cerulean blue eyes reflecting the same desire. He lay down beside her and held her to him. She felt the faint shudder of his body as he buried his head in the curve of her neck. She knew he was afraid to make the next move. He was completely vulnerable to her, laying himself open to whatever she wanted.

Buffy turned her head and planted small kisses on his ear, taking her tongue and gently tracing the curves then moving down his neck. He moved his head to allow better access for her sensual travels. She pushed him to his back and moved to partially cover him with her own body, claiming him as her own. Kisses continued their descent, caressing the cool marble skin while her hands followed a similar path on his arms and chest. The slow trail of kisses continued over his chest. Taking one nipple in her warm mouth she tugged the hard nub then slowly using her tongue she made slow lazy circles around its edge. She could feel his chest tense and rise with each sensation. Not wanting to neglect the other she slid over and repeated the attention, letting her hair brush over his skin.

Spike used every ounce of control he had to lay there and let her have her way. So many times they had been together in the past, always fast, violent and aggressive. This was different; it was feeling and sharing, and something he had little experience with. When the trail of kisses continued their descent to his abdomen, the sensation became unbearable, he had to touch her.

Spike took both of her arms and tried to bring her back to his mouth, knowing if she continued her present path he would loose control. She raised her head, smiled and simply shook her head…no. Groaning, he lay back down and tried to concentrate on the sensations. He could wait, after all, turn a bout’s fair play.

She lowered her head and continued kissing him, taking him in and lovely showing him with her mouth how much she wanted to please him. He had never in all his life felt like this. Never felt….cherished. The sex before paled in comparison to the way he was feeling now. But even he had his limits. Groaning he sat up and pulled her to him, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss that took her breath away. She gasped as he broke the kiss to turn her over on her back and began his own torturing journey on her body.

He tried to take it slow but he wanted to touch her everywhere at once. The delicate lace bra offered little resistance for him as he pulled the straps down and began his assault on her perfect breast. Buffy moaned softly as Spike took one round nipple in his month, gently scraping his teeth alone the tender edge, while his other hand was occupied caressing it’s twin. Time was suspended; they were so lost in each other. Spike took his time worshipping her body, his mouth concentrating on spreading cool kisses over hot skin. When his fingers reached the waistband of her jeans, he raised his head and smirked, as he quickly released the snap in one swift flick of his fingers. He watched her face as he slid the material down her slim hips. She shuddered against him as he raised her to remove them the rest of the way. His hand returned to spread over her flat abdomen and slowly, sensually moved down her thigh, teasing the tender inside where he knew she was especially sensitive. She moaned and moved toward his hand, encouraging him to find the mark, only he wasn’t ready, yet. Smooth, slow caresses continued till she was nearly frantic for more.

“Spike! I want…”

“Shhh…Don’t talk luv, remember.’

He was so afraid if they started to talk it would ruin this glorious moment. There would be time to talk later, after, but not now. Now was just for feeling and loving.

He moved his hand from her thigh to her inner folds. Buffy bucked in response to the contact. He knew exactly where to touch, to bring her to ecstasy. Her breath came in quick gasp as the sensation began to peak. With a shuddering whimper she clung to him, taking in the glorious sensations spreading through her body. Suddenly her breath held as she exploded in a million tiny pieces. Riding the waves she slowly fell back to earth, as her breathing became shallow. Spike held her as she lay still feeling the walls of her vagina convulse in orgasm. She turned her head and a lazy smile played on her lips.

“I missed you.” She whispered softly.

Spike pulled her to him and held her, relishing in the simple words that made his non-beating heart swell with love and male pride. If she gave him no more than this moment then he would be satisfied.

She rose up on her elbow; her lazy smile was replaced with a seductive totally feminine smirk. She leaned into him, laying her breast against his hard cool chest. She began to plant small kisses on his chest and neck, moving at a pain-staking pace to his ear where she whispered playfully, “Did you miss me?”

“Yes.” It was the only word he was capable of speaking, his voice caught in a throat too constricted with emotion. Instead of words he pulled her to him and covered her lips, claiming her for the moment as his own. His mouth that was always cool was now hot and desperate on hers, his body aching to show her in actions what he knew he couldn’t say in words.

Buffy didn’t need the words, she knew beyond all doubt that Spike loved her; she also knew beyond all doubt that she loved him. He wouldn’t believe her if she told him how she really felt, because he wasn’t ready to accept it. She knew he didn’t think he was worthy of her love, because of what he was and of the things he had done. If she couldn’t say the words, she would show him with her body.

She rolled onto her back, pulling him with her as she deepening the kiss. Slowly spreading her legs she encouraged him to come to her and let her show him what she was feeling. Spike moved over her, slowly watching her face for any sign of hesitation, what he saw was only desire and pleasure. He entered her slowly, letting the heat engulf him. He became still as he closed his eyes briefly taking in the sensations and placing them in his heart and soul as memories that he would have forever. He lowered his forehead to hers and whispered, “God, how I’ve missed you!”

She enclosed him in a tight embrace, as tears threaten to escape. Even though he had ‘lived’ for over a hundred years, she knew he had never really known true love from anyone. Drucilla was a dark obsession that he had based all of his experience. Buffy knew that when she was with him last year, their affair was based on a dark need and desire. She was afraid to love him then, afraid to fall in love with a vampire without a soul. Now she wanted to show him what it was like to really be loved by someone.

She slowly began to shift her hips in sensual movements, encouraging him to take what she was offering. She could feel him as he started to move inside of her, becoming a part of her. They found each other as they matched rhythms. Each thrust was met by an equal and eager mate. As the pace increased, the muscles in his arms quivered as he braced himself over her and watched her face as he claimed her as his own, at least for now.

He didn’t ever want this to end and he knew it would all too soon if he continued. He slowed down to beautiful, glorious strides, taking his time and feeling every sensation as if it was the first time. God she was beautiful, bathed in moonlight, eyes hazed with desire as he filled her completely. They watched each other as they moved, catching each flicker of emotion. Time stood still for them, lost in movements as old as time itself. He wanted to give her everything that he felt. She wanted to give him….love. She wasn’t ready before, but she was now.

As if some magical moment had been reached, they both began to move quicker, losing themselves in sensations. He could feel her tightening around him, squeezing him with a velvety embrace. His pace quickened and she matched him perfectly. As she climaxed again he thrust deeper and shuddered, finding his own release. A deep growl became a moan as he collapsed on her, too weak to support himself. Buffy loved the fell of his weight on her, the solid feel of his body in and on hers made her fell more complete than she had felt in a very long time.

He didn’t think he could ever move again or ever want to. How much time had passed he wasn’t sure as he kept his head buried in her neck, absorbing the feel of her and the smell of her. Remembering that his full weight was on her he shifted to one elbow and smiled down at her. “Sorry, didn’t mean to crush you, just couldn’t move is all.”

“No problem. No complaints from me.”

He moved to her side and pulled her into a tight embrace, not ready to lose her warmth. Neither one spoke for several minutes, enjoying this brief moment of togetherness before tomorrow.

But tomorrow slowly crept into their thoughts. They both knew that by tomorrow night either or both of them could be dead. Buffy shuddered as she snuggled closer to Spike. Thinking she was cold, he reached across and covered their nude bodies with a blanket. He wished they could stay cocooned here forever.

“Spike?”

“Shhh…luv, not now.” He didn’t want to hear that she didn’t, couldn’t love him. He just wanted to continue pretending that she did.

She needed to tell him how she felt, what he meant to her, but the words were just too much. If she said them and he didn’t come back, she didn’t think she could bear it. She vowed to tell him how she felt after the battle tomorrow, when they were safe.

They held each other all night, lost in their own thoughts of what tonight had meant and what the battle tomorrow would bring.

The End.