CHAPTER 2: And There Will Your Heart Be Also
CHAPTER RATING: M (for some sexy times)
CHAPTER PAIRING: Spike/Buffy
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Post-TV Series AU; takes place immediately after my story "A Midwest Monster of the Highest Grade"
DISCLAIMERS: All BtVS characters are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Productions. I'm just fixing their mistakes!
CHAPTER CREDITS: Lines from the BtVS episode "Restless".
CHAPTER NOTES: Yes, it's been an eternity since I've updated this story. Real life is kicking my ass these days. But I certainly haven't forgotten! Thanks to everyone who has been reading and favoriting my stories while I've been gone. I appreciate it and love you! I'm a bit rusty from being away for so long, so forgive me if this chapter is a little awkward or if it sounds like something a newbie would write. This one is meant to be a bit of a "getting back in the swing of things" for both our characters and me… and some long-overdue lovin'!
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She had seen this place once before, though she couldn't imagine how; it looked like it hadn't been visited since the 1920s. The air hung low here, smoky and perfumed. Everything felt slow, like she was drugged. When she took a step, she found herself landing with a soft thud in lush pillows.
"You think you know," a familiar voice spoke then.
Her eyes tried to focus, and when they finally did they revealed Drusilla…sultry and reclined just as she had been in that old photo of Spike's that she and Dawn loved so much.
"What's to come," the vampire continued. "What you are…"
Drusilla languidly reached her hand out and let her fingernails trace soft lines on Buffy's skin like a lover would.
"You haven't even begun…"
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Buffy awoke with a gasp, finding herself in Spike's arms. They hadn't left his room since they got there, and if Buffy had any say in it they'd be there for a while longer.
The recent fights and her resulting injuries had taken a lot out of her, both emotionally and physically, but being there with him had helped her begin to heal at a rate she couldn't believe. In fact, the grave wound in her side was now no more than a slight ache. Her Slayer powers alone couldn't have done that.
She looked down at Spike's face and saw that it was no longer swollen or bruised.
Blood. We shared blood.
He stirred a bit, letting out a soft sigh. It had been so long since Buffy had been this intimate with him that she forgot how much she loved that. Granted, she'd have never admitted that back in those days. But it was like a secret that only she knew, a side he didn't show to the others, and that made it all the more special. It couldn't be helped, then, when she leaned down and kissed his soft lips. Such angles and hardness in that strong body, but yet his lips remained silken and tender.
At the sensation, Spike's eyes flickered open. His hands went to her arms, sliding along the warm skin until they reached her face. He held her there, swallowing back his hunger for more so that the kiss could be deepened. This was new territory for them and, after all they both went through, he didn't want to fuck it up.
Buffy broke the kiss reluctantly after a few moments so she could take a breath. Spike didn't mean to, but he let slip a moan. The scent of her, the feel of her, the knowledge that she was safe and loved him…it was almost too much. Buffy knew what he was thinking because she could feel him growing hard beneath her.
"Do you still want me, after all this time?"
Of course she would ask him that. She was confident in battle, not in her self-worth. "I've wanted you since the day I met you."
And he wasn't lying. Granted, the way he wanted her had changed over the years. But the desire in all its forms had always been there.
She looked into his sparkling eyes, the only things in this world that never lied to her. They didn't even tremble in the slightest.
"Love me. Like you used to… in the mornings when you thought I was asleep." She blushed at what she admitted and wanted to turn away. But the hope on his face, the realization in his gaze, the lost time… "Please," she whispered.
Spike almost couldn't believe that she even remembered those stolen moments let alone would acknowledge them. She had demanded a purely carnal response from him back then and he had obliged because it was better than nothing. But it wasn't how he wanted to treat her. His overwhelming desire was to worship her, to love her and be loved in return. So after their marathon fucking sessions, he'd watch her sleep and would gently make love to her the way she deserved. If anything, it would ensure he was so tired by the time she woke up that the pain of her rapid departure would be dulled.
Buffy propped herself up a bit to run her thin fingers over his chiseled chest. God, she missed that. He was so gorgeous to look at. She'd always feign disinterest in those early days when he'd over-exaggerate his swagger, but there was no truth at all to that. She wanted to see that body strain and writhe, stretch and ripple. Love had nothing to do with it then, but over time that feeling only intensified her need to gaze at the marvel of him.
Those eyes followed her movements, then his fingers slid the sheet back from her. Before he even thought about doing anything, he wanted to see the state of her wounds. To his surprise, her side had healed enough to be merely a bruised scar. She still needed to get some more weight on her starved frame, but he had a century of practice loving a woman who often needed a delicate touch. He could be gentle and slow.
So he craned his neck up towards her. Buffy saw where he was headed and leaned forward a bit, letting his aching lips connect with her breast. Spike's hands clutched her hips as she straddled him, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth, gentle at first then more firmly at the sound of her soft moaning. Her eyes teared up at the feeling. Oh, how she missed his touch! After a few long minutes, he switched sides. She lightly ground her hips against him, moistening his abdomen. His cock twitched beneath her warmth. It had been so long that he didn't think he'd last for more than a moment.
When Spike broke his lips from her teat, she arched back. The whimper that slipped from him as her silken walls slid down on his length hid the one Buffy released. Her injuries were still fusing on the inside, apparently. She didn't think she'd last long.
"Buffy, luv…" Spike panted, clutching her.
She rode him gently, but her muscles mirrored the strength in his hands and clutched him back desperately. Reading his mind, she replied in gasps: "I know, I can't help it… I want you. I need you…"
He came first but was able to stay long enough for her to follow. When she collapsed onto him, he rolled the both of them over and began again.
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Dawn could hear them going at it again. The clock in the windowless room said it was now evening, and she had counted at least 3 crescendos already. Her teenage brain was gagging over being an audience to this (walls must not be as thick as they look!), but deep down in her heart she was overjoyed. Blood or not, this was her family. Whole again, or as whole as it would ever be with Joyce gone. She smiled against Tara's strangely-lukewarm skin.
Tara! How could this be? She remembered fainting at the sight when they were in the old factory. Then being pissed because of the memories of Buffy's resurrection; surely Willow had something to do with it! But when she learned from Tara herself that it hadn't been that way, she was overcome with such joy that she swore she turned back into a ball of energy or whatever she was originally.
The four of them (Dawn, Tara, Willow, and Clem) had gone downstairs to Maria's restaurant once they had recouperated from their crazy night, filling themselves with some of the best Italian food Dawn had ever had. If they stayed here very long, she was sure she'd become a fatso. That Maria lady had been adamant that they eat, though she seemed very proud of Clem's weight loss. Dawn learned well from growing up on a Hellmouth, however; she let Maria think that Clem just had extra skin. Maybe Clevelanders didn't realize that they were surrounded by demons here.
Clem and Willow were currently snoring away in the living room from overeating. Dawn had gone back to snuggling with Tara, so eternally happy that she had her friend back. She was sure that Tara was tired of telling her about what had happened since that fateful day, but she tried to make up for it by filling Tara in on every detail of their lives.
Most of that stuff Tara already knew; "life" in the ether granted a certain access that couldn't be explained or described. But to hear it from Dawn's point of view…that was something Tara felt so grateful for. In many ways, Tara had raised Dawn in those crucial years. She felt like a mother, and surely the fact that she was solid around Dawn must have something to do with that. What she wished she knew was why it also happened around Buffy and Spike.
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