~ Whip me for 'all' my sin~
"Roses of December Madness"
"Let me worship you for every penny. Every glory. Every blood..."
She had him whipped for every penny. "Buffy," he moaned as her mouth slipped in and out of his shaft. She was going down on him and it hurt because he wanted the scrutiny and foreplay to stop. He needed to her to finish before he could.
Gods, did she miss this. She didn't miss him saying, "I love you" or anything. Or just him talking. But, she missed his penis inside of her to fill her needs of ex boyfriends that all left because she was a freak that scared them off. Before they could even begin to discover her. She hated fucking someone that she didn't love. But she loved this. Their times together where they don't talk. Just violent fucking and quiet screams into the night air in his loft.
She was a freak of nature to be fucking a Vampire for pleasure without giving 'it' anything in return. That's why she beat him for it. With her small fists smacking him in the face, delivering nasty air lifting kicks. Didn't care about his needs. Just went to him.
Sad that he agreed to this joining. That he loved her for her violence. That he craved in spite of what she gave him.
Yep. She hated him.
She couldn't find him so she came back. He loved her for all of her mistakes. For all of her abuse. For everything he took and she took from him. Too bad a crumb was just a crumb.
She didn't blame men for leaving when she wasn't available. She had a duty. Nightly basis as the oldest living Slayer.
That slept with Spike.
*Prior*
He gave her more coddling betwixt kisses. She sprayed apart her legs and nodded. With one shake of his hips, he plunged inside and she held herself up with her fingers digging into his shoulders. She chalk like dragged them and trailed a red line filled with his Crimson sugary blood filling her nose. She inhaled deeply to savor the aroma that his perfume permitted her to.
He allowed her fangs to descend. They trailed each other over the human body between them, keeping it trapped with their arms and limbs. She climbed over the mattress on all fours. It grossed her to no end.
The dream kept her awake as she watched him sleep. Something was telling her to see about this demon. To track it down and kill it before it could kill her. She got off the Sarcophagus and bundled up her clothes in her arms.
"Spike, you're nauseating." She left the door ajar as it swung.
Now, she shed her clothes again, climbing back in bed. "Didn't find what you were looking for...?" "No, but make me forget..."
"Can you allow a little tenderness? I mean we foreplay and God knows you are good at fucking me, but damn Buffy, I have feelings!" He was getting tired of this little 'Dodge the Spike, but you can fuck him' game.
She rolled her eyes. "You whine when I don't give you 'sex' and you whine when I 'do'. Seriously, what do you want out of me in this conquest...?"
"Cause my eyes can't deceive it as love."
He flipped them over and straddled her. "Tell me, what do you see in me...?"
"I see. I see...! Spike, I don't see anything."
'I'm really sorry that this causes you pain.'