Chapter 16: The afternoon
He rounded the corner into the protection of the dark dining room. All Buffy can think of is that the way Spike walks and carries himself is purely sexual. He moves as graceful as a jungle cat on the prowl. She imagined her as his prey. Tingles went down her spine at the erotic thought, maybe later she reminded herself. Spike looked at her like he knew what she was thinking and winked. Dawn seemed to dismiss this little play as nothing out of the ordinary.
Spike sat down. “So what’s on the agenda today, ducks?”
The girls looked at each other and shrugged. “I am planning on soaking up some heavenly sun on the deck. But if you want company, I can stay in?” Dawn pleaded with her eyes. Begging the answer is no.
“That’s alright, ‘Bit, go on, you don’t ‘ave much more time before your classes start again right. Go enjoy yourself. I think I can find something to pass the time in ‘ere.” He stole a quick glance over to Buffy who was blushing wildly. Oh yeah, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
“Um, I have some phone calls for work and Spike and I need to talk some more.” Buffy tried to hide her blush and disappeared into the kitchen opening the fridge and putting something into the microwave. After a minute she came back with a mug and set it in front of Spike. He nodded at her in thanks. Dawn got up and headed out to the sunny deck.
“The upstairs bedroom has a TV, unfortunately, the living room is not very Spike friendly this time of day. Sorry.” Buffy offered with a slight smile as the two sat at the table.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Spike looked into the empty mug realizing the blood she offered him was human. “Wait, you g-gave me blood.”
“Yeah, remember? You? Vampire?”
“Yeah, but you usually gave me pigs… where?” Spike couldn’t believe that Buffy actually got human blood for him.
“Hospital, I know a guy that works at the blood bank. But I didn’t get a lot. So just go easy on it, Ok? There’s a carton from the butchers, too.” She looked shy. She got it because he looked so tired, that’s all. No other motives.
“You look tired, Slayer. Maybe you should go lay down.” Spike’s concern touch her. “I’ll even stay out of your way.”
“Oh, Spike. I wish I could, but I do have some phone calls to make. You go watch TV in my room. Don’t you usually sleep during the day?”
“Yeah, well, never was much more than a forty winks kind of guy.” Spike shrugged. Going back upstairs into her room meant another raging hard on.
“Still, go up stairs. I just have to make some calls, I’ll come up and see if you need anything in a few.” She smiled and Spike nodded. Both got up from the table and almost ran into each other. Buffy smiled as Spike let her out of the room first and she scurried into the makeshift office near the steps. Spike went upstairs to wait for her. Maybe she would hold him again. This morning was so nice, falling asleep in her arms.
After an hour, and Buffy still hadn’t made her way up to her room, Spike decided to go look for her. He crept downstairs and peeked into her office. She was sitting at her desk with her face buried in her arms, snoring slightly. Spike shook his head and moved towards the sleeping figure. He picked her up easily and she started to stir. “Spike what?” Buffy looked up into his eyes as she round her arms around his neck.
“Shhh, pet. You need to sleep in a proper bed. Let me take care of you.” Buffy smiled and rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Spike couldn’t believe that she was letting him carry her up to her bedroom. He quickly went up the stairs, afraid she might wake up and come to her senses again.
Slowly he nudged her bedroom door open and strode over to her bed. Luckily, he turned down the sheets before he went down to look for her so he laid her down. She let go of his neck and curled up like a little kitten. He patted her head, letting his fingers linger on her short tresses and she stirred and said sleepily, “Spike?”
“Yeah, Slayer, it’s me.” He moved his hand away like it was about to be burned.
“Not slayer,” her eyes popped open.
“What?” Spike sat at the edge of the bed
“I said I’m not the slayer, aren’t you going to lay down, too?” He moved to the other side of the bed and laid down.
“Sure, pet, just making sure you were comfortable.” She moved across the expanse of the bed and settled right next to him, barely touching.
“Thank you for bringing me up, I must have dozed off down there.”
“Yeah, drooling and snoring, too.” Spike chuckled and smiled.
“I do not drool!” Buffy sat up and faced her tormenter.
“Do too, there’s a puddle on your desk.” His smile grew wider and the indignation she was showing.
“There is not!” She looked around guilty.
“You snore, too. Like a cute little kitten.” Spike ran one hand up her arm to her shoulder.
“I do not.” She didn’t back away.
“Want me to record it next time for you?” He reached up and put a stray hair behind her ear.
“No,” Buffy laid back down, this time
his arms around her and half her body on top of his. They lay like that for a
couple minutes, just enjoying touching each other again.
“You know, you will always be my Slayer.” He whispered.
“Spike, I’ll always have the powers, but no I’m not the slayer. I gave that up years ago. I’m normal girl.” Buffy moved slightly, annoyed that he brought it up again.
“You’ll never be a normal girl, you know that. ‘ow many demons ‘ave you fought since you gave it up?” He held her tighter, afraid she would pull away.
“A couple, but it isn’t like I was looking for them, we just crossed paths. Anyone would have done it.”
“Well, anyone would ‘ave tried, but you succeeded. You are still my slayer.” Spike stated and loosened his grip because it was obvious she wouldn’t leave.
“Spike, OK, I admit, I am a slayer, but I am not THE slayer, nor will I ever be again.”
“Still you are my Slayer and I’m not givin’ that up.” Spike said smugly.
“Fine, I’ll always be your Slayer, but I’m not the slayer.” She conceded. Spike actually won the disagreement. He was flying high.
“So, you don’t want me to call you Slayer?” Buffy nodded in agreement. “I can’t possibly call you goldilocks anymore.” Spike fondled her hair as she giggled. “Oh I know, ‘ow about kitten?”
Buffy giggled and moved her hand to rest on his un-beating heart. “Pet and kitten… I am beginning to think that you think I am not house trained.” Buffy looked up into his blue eyes.
“Oh I know you are ‘ouse broken.” Spike smirked. Slowly he moved his lips down to meet hers. At first touch, their lips were tingly. Slowly he parted his lips to bring the kiss in deeper. Spike’s tongue traced the edges of Buffy’s lips. She parted her lips to allow access to his tongue. He pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss into her mouth. He gently massaged her tongue and teased it into his mouth. She moved to lay on top of his body without breaking the lip contact. Spike moaned as he moved his hands to rest on her hips. He hands were busy too. Her right hand wound itself up to the nape of his neck and played with the small hairs on the back of his neck. Her left hand was stroking his torso up and down and the kissed. Spike pulled Buffy closer and started to rotate his hips, letting her know how she was affecting him. Breaking the kiss he whispered, “Cor, Buffy, you are so hot, do you feel what you do to me?”
Buffy was breathing hard, trying to get her breath back and smiled innocently. “Could same a similar thing to you, Big Bad.”
Spike growled at her term of endearment and flipped them over so Buffy was underneath him. He moved his lips down to nibble on her ear. He gently kissed his way down to her neck and brought his hand up to Buffy’s breasts. He gently kneaded her right breast, making her nipple erect as he humped her thigh in a slow rhythm. Her hands weren’t still; she wound her arms around his waist and under his t-shirt, feeling his smooth muscles in his back work. “Spike,” Buffy gasped. When he didn’t stop, she tried to call him again. “Spike, please.”
“Oh, baby, you feel so good. Love you.” Spike whispered broken sentences.
“I know, Spike, feel so good, but we can’t.” He was still paying attention to her neck and breast. “Spike, please, we have to stop.” Buffy gently tried to push him away.
The erotic haze started to lift from Spike and he realized she said to stop. He pulled his hand away from her breast and quickly sat up. “Sorry, thought you wanted it, too.” He looked at the wall away from Buffy’s position on the bed.
She got up and raised her hand to the back of his shoulder, “Spike.”
“Sorry.” He mumbled again. He almost did it again. She said No and he kept going.
Reading what he must be feeling and thinking she tried to help. “Spike, it’s not that I don’t want to. I do, a world of want.” Spike relaxed listening to her.
“Then why?”
“Because I want to too much.”
“Ha, no such thing.” Spike turned around to face her.
“Yes, Spike. I want to, a lot. But we can’t. There is just so much we still need to talk about.”
“We can talk and shag.” Spike offered with his eyebrow raised.
“Um, no… that’s not what I mean. Spike, please, we need to talk before we move there.” Buffy looked down shyly.
“Alright, Slay… kitten. Lay back down and get some sleep. Promise the Big Bad wont pounce on you and ravage you.”
“I thought kittens pounce?” Buffy laid down.
“I promised the Big Bad wouldn’t, I didn’t say anything about sexy little kittens.” Spike winked and laid back down too. “Now, get some sleep, Kitten. We ‘ave to talk later.” Both laid on the bed, snuggled up to each other. Finally, Spike sensed Buffy’s heartbeat and breath slow down to sleep mode and he finally succumbed to sleep also.
They were on the beach. Spike held Buffy on his chest as they watched the sunset over the horizon. A picnic basket was to their left with a bottle of champagne sticking out and two partially empty flute glasses on top. Buffy ran her tips of her fingers over Spike’s chest, teasing his nipples. Spike ran his hands down her back and up, slowly marking he back with sensual circles from the tips of his fingers. Buffy looked up into Spike’s eyes and smiled as she brought her head to rest inches away from his own. Very carefully, Buffy reached down to caress his hard erection. “Now, now, pet, mustn’t do that.”
Buffy pouted her bottom lip as far as it would go. “Oh watch it, gonna get it, gonna get it.” Spike brought his hands to her sides and tickled her until she squealed his name. He stopped his fingers and brought her body closer to kiss her mouth. Slowly she parted her lips to tease his lips with her tongue. His hands wound their way into her short tresses and he guided her mouth down to his neck, letting her nibble on the most sensitive parts of his skin. “Beauti… beautiful. That’s what you are.” He gasped for unneeded air as she trailed her mouth around his neck. He hands found their way back down to his waist and started to unbutton his jeans. He brought his hands up to her shoulders and slowly pushed her away. “Let me get that, kitten.” Swiftly, Spike divested himself of his clothes and started on her clothes. Suddenly, they were laying there next to each other naked. Timidly, Spike touched Buffy’s breast and caressed it. “Gorgeous.”
She brought his head down to be even with her nipple and whispered, “Yours.” He took the offered nipple in his mouth and started to suckle erotically. He moved his hand down to her pussy and started to massage the wet folds with his palm. She moved her leg to put some pressure on his erection as he massaged her. He parted her sweet lips with his fingers and started to rub deeper. “Spike… need you.” Buffy whispered. He brought his head up from her breasts and looked deep into her eyes. Finding desire and love, he kissed her deeply, letting his tongue make love to her mouth.
“Baby you got me. I’m yours.” Spike moved to position himself at her wet opening. He slowly inched his way into her heat. “God you are so hot… My bloody sun… gonna burn me, baby.” Spike gasped as he entered her. Buffy arched her back and whimpered at the slow pace Spike was setting.
“Need… you… now.” She kept chanting as her inner muscles quivered around his cock. Spike couldn’t stand it anymore. The things her muscles were doing were driving him mad. He slowly pulled out and plunged back in. He moved faster as she encouraged him to go faster and harder. He took the back of her knee and brought it up underneath him and hooked her calf around his shoulder.
“Oh baby. Feel so good. Like that?” Buffy bucked at the new position as Spike found her special spot. She closed her eyes as fireworks erupted in her mind. Spike slowed his pace, as he felt her muscles contract uncontrollable. Suddenly, he felt himself go and roared his primal roar.
The two bodies on the bed jumped apart as the woke up from a fantastic dream only to realize it wasn’t so much of a dream. Buffy’s shirt laying on the bedside lamp, her shorts and underwear at the bottom of the bed. Spike’s jeans were around his knees and he was shirtless too. “OH MY GOD, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod” Buffy chanted as Spike regained his senses. They just had sex. Probably the best sex they ever have had and they slept through it. “ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.”
“Stop saying ohmygod, Slayer. That was bloody wonderful, pet.”
“ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.” She chanted as she got up and put her clothes back on.
“Oh so that’s ‘ow it is, is it?” There was a knock at the bedroom door.
“Spike, Buffy? Are you two OK?”
“Dawn?” Buffy answered about to open the door but at the last moment changed her mind. Spike was still on the bed, but had his jeans back on.
“Yeah, I heard Spike yell or something. Is he in there? I couldn’t find him anywhere else in the house.” Behind the door, Dawn smirked. She knew exactly what just happened and why they weren’t opening the door. “Are you two alright?”
“Um, yeah, Dawn. Spike just… ummm…. Stubbed his toe. Yeah. He just stubbed his toe, but he is OK now. Right Spike?” Buffy looked over at the vampire sitting on her bed. He nodded, at a loss for words. “Say something,” she whispered.
“Yeah, stubbed my bloody toe. No big deal.” Spike crossed his arms over his chest. She was ashamed of what happened. Ready to kick the Spike and run out.
“Ok, going back out to the deck, now.” Dawn ran down the steps. Something wasn’t right in the bedroom, but she didn’t want to investigate it yet.
Buffy walked over to the bathroom and closed the door. She looked into the mirror, trying to find the answers to her thoughts there. They just slept together again before they could talk. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Need to talk first. Sleeping before talking, bad. Very bad. Suddenly, the door swung opened and revealed a very pissed off vampire. “Back to ‘iding, huh, pet?”
One look into his eyes, she melted. “Spike, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“Yeah, well you did. Care to clue me into why you profess that you stopped running and want me but then run away? Because from where I am standing, you just did run off like you don’t want me.”
“No, Spike.” She waved her arm in front of him, like a shield.
“No? Huh, is that so, Slayer?”
“No, I mean yes… no wait.” She took a deep breath trying to calm the emotions in her head. “What I mean is that I didn’t mean to sleep with you.”
“Oh is that so, I’m so bad.” Spike stalked out of her bathroom and started to pick up his clothes and throw them into his duffle bag.
“Oh, God. SPIKE! Stop, please listen.” He stopped but didn’t turn around to face her. “I didn’t mean to sleep with you until we talked. That’s it. I’m embarrassed ok?” He turned around to look at her pleading eyes. “I haven’t… I haven’t been with someone for so long and… and I’m embarrassed, OK? I jumped your bones while sleeping.” Spike’s face broke out in a wide smirk and he started to laugh, not some quiet chuckle, but a full laugh. “What’s so funny? Huh? Oh sure. Chuckle it up at my expense.” Buffy turned swiftly and locked herself into the bathroom. She turned on the faucets to the tub and sat down on the edge of the tub. He body racked with tremors as her eyes poured tears down her cheeks. The humiliation that he just bestowed on her just put the final nail in his coffin. No matter what happened in the past, she didn’t deserve this. She just thought it was one of her dreams, one that she had many times. There was a quiet knock on the bathroom door, but she didn’t move to answer. The knocking became louder and more persistent. “Go away!”
“I will not bloody go away. Open this door.”
“Why, what for so you can laugh at me again. I don’t think so.” The tremors in her body subsided, but her tears were still running down her face.
“Open. The. God. Damn. Bloody. Door. Before. I. Kick. It. Down. SLAYER.” Spike flexed his arm, ready to punch a hole through it.
Suddenly the door whipped open to reveal a very angry woman. “You.” She jabbed his chest with her finger. “Will. Not.” Another jab. “Ruin.” Jab. “My.” Jab. “Property.” He moved away and hit the bed. He topped down, sitting on the messed up bed.
“Then don’t lock yourself away, kitten. Come here.” He spread his arms out, beckoning her to come to him.
Buffy moved two steps closer and then shook her head and move back. “No, get out.” She moved to go back into the bathroom.
Spike got up and quickly got to her before she could close the door again. “Not uh, pet. Not goin’ to ‘appen.” He carried her from behind, pinning her arms to her chest. He moved to sit back down, but this time with her in his lap. “Now, tell me what I did to make you so angry.”
“I. You… Oh let go of me.” Buffy struggled.
“Nut uh. Not goin’ to ‘appen until I know why you locked yourself away.”
“You know what you did! Let go of me you stupid vampire!” She yelled as she struggled, trying to scratch his arms with her nails.
“No, pet, I don’t, but if my kitten keeps on trying to scratch me, I’m going to have to get her declawed.”
“You laughed at me. Humilated me. Let. Go. Of. Me!?”
Spike let go, but she didn’t move to get up. He put his hands on her shoulders and started to massage the tension in her back, “Look at me, kitten.” She turned around to look at him. “I wasn’t laughing at you, I was laughing because you thought you jumped me and I thought I jumped you. See? Ironic? Isn’t that funny?” He smoothed her hair away from her face. “I would never try to ‘umiliate you, pet. Please believe me. I was embarrassed because I was asleep and didn’t even wake up during it. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Buffy looked into his eyes, trying to read what she saw in them. Finally satisfied that he was sincere and didn’t mean to hurt her, she smiled and relaxed. “Spike, I didn’t… I mean. I really wanted us to have the talk before we… well what we just did.” Buffy looked away shyly.
“Buffy, as far as I am concerned. We really didn’t have control of what was ‘appening. I assume you thought it was a dream?” She nodded, “So did I, luv. As amazing as it was, it really wasn’t us, now was it?” She smiled and nodded. “So we can still ‘ave out talk, OK? No worries about it, OK?” She wound her arms around his neck and nodded. He held her tight as they both tried to let go the demons raging in their heads.
Buffy and Spike sat on the bed for what seemed like hours. He held on to her waist, not willing to loose contact. She seemed content enough to let him hold her for a while until her butt started to lose feeling. She wiggled around, trying to find a more comfortable position. Spike just held on to her tighter, letting her feel what her wiggling has done to him. “Spike, please, I can’t feel my ass anymore,” she whined.
“Not ready to let go. Isn’t it time for that talk you were talking about, luv?” He raised his eyebrow.
“Let me go and sit next to you.” She wiggled again and Spike let out a warning growl. “Fine, but if I pee my pants because I can’t feel, don’t yell at me.” Spike gasped at her outrageous comment and let her go. Buffy got up and stood in front of him. “OK, the talk?” Spike nodded. “Let’s start with you, OK?” Spike didn’t like the sound of where this was going. “Where have you been?”
“’ere and there, kitten. Come ‘ere, luv, you promised to sit next to me.” He patted the bed next to him.
“I will, soon. My ass is numb, gotta get it un-numbed. Where is here and where is there?” She started to pace in front of him, trying to wake up her behind. Spike rolled his eyes and gave up.
“You know, kitten, I can wake that cute behind up if you come back over here.” He patted his leg and snickered.
“I am sure you could, and maybe you will, but you are changing the subject. Now… the question at hand is where were you?”
“Oh, ‘ell, luv. I was everywhere. You name it, I probably was there.” He realized his tatics weren’t working.
“Specifically, where were you when you left Sunnydale. I looked everywhere. I followed any lead. It was like you fell off the face of the earth.”
“I kinda did there, luv.” She arched her eyebrow like him. “At first I went to Africa, then I bummed around Europe for a bit. About two years ago, I came back to the states. New York, Las Vegas, New Orleans. You know some of the big cities.” Spike shrugged.
Buffy finally had feeling back in her backside and sat next to Spike on the bed. She wanted to reach for him, but didn’t. “Why did you go to Africa?”
“Ahh, pet. I know I ‘ave to tell you, but you maybe mad.”
“You got the chip out?” No malice was in her voice or face. Just worry.
“Yeah, kitten.” He looked into her eyes. “The chip is out.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“And why haven’t you gone back to your old ways?” Spike was shocked that Buffy could tell he didn’t go back.
“Luv, if you don’t know that yet, then we are ‘opeless.” Spike got up to pace.
“Spike, I didn’t mean it that way. You never came back. If you didn’t go back to biting for me, why didn’t you come back to me?” She got up in his path.
“Cor, Slayer. What I did… it was horrible. At that moment, I was everything you said I was. Evil, disgusting, a monster.” She shook her head no. “Yes, I was. I didn’t go there to do that, but I did.”
“Spike, I told you this last night, you didn’t do anything by yourself.”
“Slayer.” He growled a warning.
“I told you, you stupid vampire, do not call me that. You weren’t alone in that abandoned building, you weren’t alone at the DMP, you weren’t alone in your crypt, and you certainly were not alone in the BATHROOM! OK? We both have parts that we played in there and I will not have you take all the blame. It belongs on both of us. Maybe if I wasn’t so scared to tell my friends about us it wouldn’t have gone that way. Or maybe if I had enough courage to tell you what I was thinking back then, we would have worked it out. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. But I have accepted it, why can’t you?”
“Luv, kitten. No, I can’t. If you ‘adn’t stopped me…” Spike sobbed. Buffy came up in front of him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He leaned in for comfort as she rubbed his back. After a while his sobs stopped and he pulled away. “I shouldn’t ‘ave come ‘ere.”
“Now who is running away? Spike, hello.” She spread her arms out. “I’m here. I’m willing. Or don’t you want me?”
“Oh kitten, don’t ever say stuff like that. Of course I want you. Always want.” He came forward to wrap his arms around her protectively.
“Or is it you don’t love me?” She whispered. Spike tightened his hold, almost to pain.
“Don’t,” kiss on the head, “Ever,” another kiss, “Think,” A longer kiss, “That.” He moved his lips down her head to her lips. Slowly he moved his expert lips across her mouth, showing her how much love he had. “I will always love you, Buffy. But ‘ow can we move on?” Buffy pushed away from Spike just a little to look up into his eyes.
“I think we are doing fine. We are talking. We are touching. That is what matters.” She leaned in a little and brushed her mouth against his. “Spike, I was afraid that when I saw you again, I would be disgusted. But when you stepped out from behind that corner, all I could think of was that you were here, that we had another chance.” Spike nodded. “Spike, I know what we’ve been through. But if we just talk it out when it comes up, we will be OK? Are you willing to try?”
Spike nodded. “Buffy, luv, there is something else you need to know.”
“What is that?” She wound her arms around his torso, happy that he wants to work things out.
“While I ‘as bein’ dechipped, I kinda also gained somethin’.” He hugged her fiercely.
“What’s that, big bad?” She kissed his chest, “A soul?” He stopped squeezing at her correct guess. “Oh my god, you got a soul? How?” She stepped back.
“’twas part of the process, I guess. I don’t know. I certainly didn’t bloody ask ‘or it. They jus’ gave it to me, like a booby prize.”
Buffy crossed her arms on her chest. “A soul is not a booby prize.” He leared at her chest as she said it.
“OK, kitten. ‘ow ‘bout givin’ me my own booby prize then.” Spike grabbed her waist and brought his head even with her chest. She mocked struggled against him and brought her hands to his shoulders as he nuzzled her breasts.
“Spike, are you serious?” Spike nodded into her breasts, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Spike looked up while still rubbing his face in her chest, “Don’t know, pet. I wanted to, but somethin’ told me to wait.”
“Oh, Spike. I lo… can’t believe you got a soul.” She stopped herself. She was not ready to tell him that she loved him. Spike caught her little hesitation and let it go. If those words were so close to the surface, it was just a matter of time that she wouldn’t hesitate.
He stood up, still holding on to her waist, “So, kitten. I ‘ave ‘eard you’ve been a busy beava’. What did you do on your summer vacation?”
“Oh, a little of this and a little of that.” She said coyly. Walking over to the bed.
“Well, let me tell you what I ‘eard and you can fill in. Ok?” He walked over to sit beside her and take her hand into his. “You trained a slayer. Very good, if I do say so myself. She new who I was, too.” Buffy giggled. “And you left your friends to go on your own soul searchin’. Ended up writin’ a few travel articles for some magazine. They ‘ired you and you settled in the great state of New York.” She nodded and he continued, “But you didn’t stay long. Move to Colorado. Isn’t that it?” She nodded again. “Stayed a couple years and then moved here where you befriended an old coot with lots of money and ungrateful kin?”
“Yeap, in a nut shell. Now, I work part time at writing and full time at the ‘Forrest.”
“What do you do there?”
“A little of this, a little of that.” Spike gave a warning growl at her mock of him. “I manage the back operations of the club while Sam manages the front. He takes care of the staff and ordering. Everything else I pick up. When we are short staffed, I fill in.”
“And the ‘otel?”
“I am strictly hands off. I hired a management team. I don’t know a lot of the hotel business, but I know night clubs. All that time I spent at the Bronze ended up coming in handy.” She smiled and he nodded. He gently pushed her back on to the bed until she was laying down. Slowly, he ran his hands from her waist to her shoulders, caressing her through her shirt. He ran his hands down to her arms, tickling the soft skin near her elbow down to her wrist. He brought his hands back to her hips and moved them under her shirt. He moved his right hand towards her belly button.
“Well, what do we ‘ave ‘ere? A belly ring.” He flicked the ring with his long index finger causing her to gasp. “Very interesting. This wasn’t ‘ere before.” He brought his mouth up to hers and coaxed her tongue out to play with his. Gently, have flicked the ring with his fingers as he parried and thrusted with her tongue. He moved his other hand to the side of her head to touch her hair.
Buffy pulled away and gasped, “Spike, please stop,” he looked up in surprise. “If you play with my belly ring anymore, you are really going to make me purr… loudly.” He moved his hand away and sat up, startled. “Not that I don’t want to, it’s just Dawn is right downstairs and she already made a trip up here once.” Spike nodded but looked away.
“Sorry, pet, for making you uncomfortable.” He looked down at the bed spread.
“Spike, listen. It’s ok. Just not ready right now.”
“I know, pet. I just went to quickly.” He looked away, refusing to meet her eyes. She said no, and he almost didn’t hear her again.
“Come here, Spike.” She grabbed his head and kissed his mouth passionately. “I will tell you if I am uncomfortable. And trust me, that wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, I am really comfortable,” she wiggled her butt next to him. He growled and lifted her up unto his lap. “Nut uh, gotta fix dinner.” She wiggled her finger in front of him.
“I do believe, this flap jack is ready to be flipped.” He grabbed her waist and twisted to she would land underneath him. Buffy squealed and tried to get away from his roaming hands, but she couldn’t evade them. “Kitten, purr for me,” he demanded as he ran his hands down her ribs towards her belly button.
“Nope, not gonna. Gotta make dinner.” She twisted her way out from underneath him and headed to the door. “Come down and keep me company, the front of the house should be OK for you.”
“Oi, Slayer. Already downstairs, remember?”
“Yeah, Mr. Know-it-all, but the sun position changed.” She stuck her tongue out and ran down the steps. He followed immediately trying to catch her. He almost ran into the kitchen after her, but the sun rays stopped him.
“Damn windows,” Spike muttered as he sat down at the dining room table.