Title: Breaking The Rules
Author: Lilly
Email: lilly@as.ro
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, just borrowing. will return them as good as new (well, maybe a little bit more satisfied ;) )
Author's Note: this is Spuffy fluff and smut. if you don’t like it, I’m not making you read it. you have been warned.

Did you ever find yourselves in desperate need of air, but you couldn’t care less ‘cause you had something better to do with your mouths? Much better. And I feel like screaming when his lips are no longer there, but then I moan as I feel them again, on my neck this time. Where on earth did he learn to do that?? I don’t know if I hate or envy the one who taught him... Probably both. Mmmm... do it again... please...

My hips rise of their own accord to rub against his hardness, and he makes a delicious sound, somewhere between a purr and a growl. And suddenly I have a new favorite. I’d just about do anything to hear that again.

“Buffy..” I hear him whimper against my throat.

He lifts his head, dark blue eyes looking at me with such passion I feel like I’m drowning. I barely hear his next words...

“Are you sure, pet? I...”

I don’t even think he knows what exactly he’s trying to ask for, but I do. He wants to know this is real, that it’s not one of his dreams. So I smile at him, all my feelings pouring out into a few whispered breaths.

“Please love me.”

I’m laying on my back staring at the ceiling but I don’t really see it. There are multicolored spots of light in front of my eyes, dancing to the rhythm humming through my body. My arms are spread at my sides like I’m about to fly, and oh god, it feels like that as well... I gasp as blunt teeth scrape along the inside of my thigh and I can’t help but wonder if my soon to be lover has just been split into two or three Spikes. His hands and lips are everywhere, all at once it seems. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Not at all... One cool tongue swirls around my toe and it tickles a bit. But before I have time to protest there’s a grinning face above mine, and in a swift motion he dips his head to run those incredibly soft lips along my arched throat. I moan again. I seem to be doing that frequently tonight. And then I see his neck.. so close, so inviting, and I can’t stop myself from licking it. He gasps, mouth right below my ear, and I’m suddenly overpowered by this desire to show him the same attention he has been showing me. For a second there I think I’m too tingly to achieve my goal, but with a little effort I have him on his back, looking very much like he didn’t expect this to happen. I grin as I straddle him, sitting myself very comfortably on his upper thighs.

I run my fingers lightly along his tense muscles, beginning with his abs and ending with his shoulders, then back again. The lower my hands move the wider his eyes get. I like this feeling of power he’s giving me. He’s trembling and breathing hard. It seems he forgot he doesn’t need the oxygen. My weight balanced on my knees on either side of his narrow hips I lean over his chest, fingernails lightly scraping down his arms. I reach his fists and find them clenching the bed sheets, then on my way back I let my palms hover above his skin, just close enough that he can feel my body warmth but not my touch. He moans my name, but doesn’t move. I think I’m going to like getting used to Spike being submissive like this. Not all the time, though. Just for a little bit more.

There’s been enough teasing for both of us for now so I let my hands drift over his nipples and down, caressing him, until finally my fingers wrap around his hardness. A soft gasp escapes me at the feel of it. I can’t resist the temptation, though, so I lower my mouth to his chest, lips closing around one perked nipple just as his back arches off the bed, trying desperately to push himself closer to my touch. My hands work him steadfastly, spreading his pre-cum down his length, while my tongue keeps on caressing his skin. In a moment of naughtiness I let my teeth close around the nipple in my mouth, and I’m rewarded with a growl that makes his chest vibrate and the wetness between my legs become a flood. God, I want him. I want him now. And when I feel his hands on my thighs, lifting me, I eagerly guide him to my opening letting him take over.

My palms settle flat against his chest as I push myself up, then our eyes lock and I’m on the verge of weeping again. He looks so needy, so desperate for this to be true, practically begging for me not to rip his heart to pieces. My breath hitches in my throat as he sinks into me, inch by agonizing inch. My walls stretch to accommodate his size. Oh, merciful God, he’s big! And then he’s in me, as far as he can go, and I can’t breathe anymore. Is this what being complete means? This feeling of rightness and of belonging... I’ve never felt it before.

“Buffy?”

It’s a soft question, and it’s then that I realize he’s sitting up, arms around me, looking at me with concerned blue eyes. My palms travel up his chest to cup his face, and I sigh.

“I love you so much.”

He smiles at me then, and it’s catching. Forehead pressed against his, I sit there looking into those beautiful eyes and I know there’s a grin on my face like there hasn’t been in a very good while.

“I love you, too.” he whispers, and it’s so good hearing it that a tear escapes my eye. And he kisses it away. Just like that.

Our lips meet again, passionate, thirsty for all that we can have of each other. I start moving, carefully at first, up and down, slight contractions of my thigh muscles, and soon his hands are back on my hips, helping me along, loving me all on their own with soft caresses. And our mouths have yet to separate. His tongue is sliding against mine, playfully, sensually, circling slightly around my own and it’s making me dizzy again. What is it about his kisses that has this effect on me? I let out a mixture of a moan and a sigh, barely audible as it gets swallowed by his mouth. My breathing is ragged, the air going in and out through my nose for I can’t be persuaded to detach my lips from his. My lungs will have to deal. I’m starving for him, for his touch, for his flesh. I’ve denied myself, I’ve denied us for too long, and I have a hunch he’ll agree with me. I can’t help it if his lower lip feels so full and soft, begging for me to bite it. I do, hard enough to draw blood, and he jumps startled. Didn’t expect me to have such a dominatrix side, did you? My eyes open, staring into his and I watch in fascination as golden streaks bleed into his irises. His hands have paused their aid to my hips and I stop as well, inner walls constricting of my own accord around his member. He growls, low in his throat, eyes widening further and the gold has almost completely taken over the blue. My whole body trembles at that sound, goose bumps covering my flesh and toes curling into the mattress beneath us. My mouth is slightly parted and my lungs are obviously trying to make up for the earlier shortage of oxygen. Spike on the other side has his jaw tightly clenched and is forcing air in and out through his nose. He’s trying to calm the demon. He’s trying to be what he thinks I would want him to be... a man.

“Don’t.” I whisper hurriedly, and watch his gaze snap back to mine. I untangle one hand from his hair and let my fingers caress his face, his forehead. “Don’t hold back, Spike. I love all of you. You’re my man, my vampire. Please..” I rest my brow against his and breathe out the rest of my plea in a barely audible murmur. “Please.. make me yours, Spike.”

I feel his forehead shift at the same time as I hear the sound of bones moving, adjusting to allow his demon to the front. And then I’m looking into the golden eyes of my vampire lover who’s just been stunned into complete silence by yours truly. I giggle, then bend my head to capture his lips in a soft kiss. A half growl half moan is all the warning I get before his mouth slams over mine, tongue pushing its way through willing lips, and I receive the hottest, most passionate kiss I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. We start moving again, our bodies slamming together faster and harder than before as we get lost in our lovemaking. His mouth leaves mine to trail kisses along my jaw line, to my ear, down my throat and across my shoulder. I lean my head back offering myself to him and with every downward movement of my body a cry of pleasure escapes my lips. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.

“Never.” he vows against my flesh, and I realize I spoke out loud.

His fangs graze my skin, an eager and slightly coarse tongue licking up the small tendrils of blood that make their way to the surface. His tongue feels like that of a cat and it sends delightful shivers through me. A thought makes its way in my head.. must be the demon... but the analysis is soon forgotten as one particularly strong tremor rushes up my back and through my limbs. My mouth is open in a silent scream as I start coming and it takes me only a fraction of a second to feel my lover’s fangs swiftly braking the skin above my pulse point and embedding themselves firmly in my flesh. The sensations coursing through me are so strong that my body starts shaking uncontrollably as I come again, harder this time, and a loud scream tares its way past my lips. My hand is holding his head to my neck, unwilling to give up this bliss, and I feel more than hear his roar against my skin as he jerks and comes inside of me. His arms are around me again, pulling me to him, grinding our bodies together for every bit of the agonizing pleasure we’re feeling. I melt. There’s no other way to describe it. One moment I’m aware of my every member, my every movement.. my eyes are closed, head thrown back, mouth half open and I’m breathing hard, my heart beating a mile a minute. Then I’m just floating, almost dizzy, and it’s warm and safe.

Awareness rushes back and I feel Spike licking at his mark on me. His tongue is smooth again, so it’s safe to assume his human mask is back on. It makes no difference to me, since I love him regardless. And he’s purring. Oh god, that’s making me tingle again. I rest my cheek on his shoulder, head tilted to the side because I really like what his tongue is doing there. My breath is hot against his skin, and he gives a low moan, burying his face in my hair. Have I already said how much I like having this effect on him? It’s exhilarating. I run my fingers lightly through the hair at the base of his neck and giggle when he shivers in pleasure. My other arm is around him, stroking his back, playing along the strong muscles there. The tips of my fingers encounter something moist. Sweat? Can’t be, vampires don’t sweat. I retreat my hand, looking curiously at it, and I gasp. There are a few drops of blood on my index and middle fingers. I stare at them in fascination. Inching my body slightly upwards I manage to look at Spike’s back, and sure enough there are three red lines across his spine. Oops. I look at him with a sheepish smile, then lick my lips before I slowly insert the bloodied fingers in my mouth, sucking at them with a small moan. I so like teasing my vampire. His eyes grow large and his nostrils flare. He looks dangerous, and so sexy. I pull my fingers from my mouth, trailing them down my chin, along my neck, to one breast where I circle the nipple leaving moisture around it. His eyes follow my hand raptly, then snap back to my face in time to match my smile.

He kisses me then, playfully, his tongue licking my bottom lip and mock biting it. It’s not that easy for two people to kiss when they’re grinning like we do. But I don’t really care much. I’m so happy I feel like shouting. He twists us and lays me back down on the bed, making himself comfortable between my thighs. I can feel him becoming hard again, and I rub against him. Oh yeah, a vampire lover certainly has benefits. Our hands start wandering again, getting acquainted with the other’s body. We’re in no rush... long and sensual kisses, whispered words of love and passion, it’s all there. And when I think I was about to let this all go I feel like smacking myself. I take my time making love to the man in my heart. I don’t think we’ll be sleeping much tonight, but you won’t hear me complaining.

Tomorrow it’s time to plan. Time to make our own rules.