Fuck. Wonderful, I'm sorry about the really long wait, I just re-finished this one, I thought I had it done and when I looked for it half of it apparently didn't save the last time.. lost this chap, the next and everything I had for the collage chaps, although schools done soon! So I should figure out how to recreate them soon…
A Twist of Lips
She loved it. The way his mouth twisted and gathered, his cheeks melted to the bone, his eyes glinted with mischief. She had seen that before and it melted her to a puddle… but she had never heard anything like what he was doing now. A little growl rumbled from his mouth and gone was the puddle, replaced with explosives, Buffy was exploding in slow motion. Even though usually just the smile would get her energy to run into her crotch, the little growl coming from inside his lips was draining all her energy into between her legs and it was all she could do to not tackle him.
Then came the purr, it would have been completely ridiculous… coming from anyone else. But Spike was different; when he woke up in the morning he would make the most adorable sound, a mewl when he stretched, like a large cat. He knew this now because he could get her to make pancakes at 5:00 in the morning. She would camp out in his room sometimes, for no reason at all except to listen to him, it sounded safe to her. Everything else in her thoughts would dissolve at the purrs and rumbles that would erupt in his sleep. It might sound weird, but it just felt like someone was there with her.
She could imagine different sounds, sexy little yaps when she straddled him, lusty hums as she pushes off his boxers with her feet… Usually at this point in her thoughts she would take matters into her own hands, even if it meant getting up at 3:00 am, because she couldn't think anymore.
So she would be left to her own devices, wandering hands, as she wished he was awake. His fingers trailed her body, curling around her cloths, his mouth moving around rapidly to try to give attention to every inch of newly revealed flesh. Buffy sighed, like that'll ever happen.
She had been doing exactly this for weeks now, only an idiot wouldn't realize what was going on. Fortunately Spike wasn't an idiot, bit slow at times maybe….
But not an idiot…
Spike got up one night; walking downstairs to get a glass of water he heard something. Backtracking up the stairs he tried not to make a sound as he padded over to Buffy's door. Giving in to his inner curiosity, he pressed his ear against her door, his eyes grew wide and his pants became a little tighter when he realized what she was doing.
He knew he shouldn't be listening, it was wrong, he should go back downstairs. But, he repressed his inner William and let Spike take the reins. Sliding down her door, he pressed his ear closer to the door, little moans swirled around the air and he knew that he would have to get larger boxers because these obviously were not going to work. Spike knew with every molecule in his body that he shouldn't be listening, but one part of his anatomy in particular obviously didn't understand. Every day he told himself that he wasn't going to do it anymore.. But he did.
Every night.
He knew he couldn't control what was happening, it was becoming an addiction, she was becoming an addiction… and he couldn't stop it. He never expected that one night he would cross the line. That he couldn't act like her friend anymore. She left the door open one night. He was a guy. You can tell what was going to happen.
So, Spike sat at the end of the hallway, his boxers had long ago been moved up a size but now he thought that he would have to forgo all type of confinement in the crotch area. He hadn't meant to, he was going to close the door. But he looked, and now he didn't think that he would ever be able to see her as a friend again. Her blond hair was mussed and wild, her limbs were writhing in pleasure, sweat shone on her frame, she looked like a goddess… and Spike knew that he couldn't go back. He couldn't go back to being her friend.
He had gone too far. He realized exactly what he had been feeling these past weeks, the twisting of his stomach every time he saw her, the need to see her, the want to just be around her almost consuming him. He was a pathetic little puppy, following her around for a speck of a crumb of attention, but she was well worth it. Buffy, with her luscious golden hair, shining emerald eyes, full pink lips that curved into a smile that lit up an entire block… he had been the reason for some of those smiles, it blew his mind, that he could ever even come into contact with something so pure, innocent.
But he had, he had seen her at her best and worst, he had seen her cry, he had made her laugh… his heart ached whenever she touched him, a hole was gnawing at his stomach for every passing day that he didn't tell her how he felt. How he felt… how she could turn a right shitty day around with just an appearance in his bleak little life, how Buffy could get him to do anything with just a glance his way. So how he felt, now, was clearing to him, and Spike wondered if he had always felt this was, had always had these emotions, but they just surfaced now. She smiled, he smiled, she laughed, he laughed, she cried, he cried… he lived, breathed, Buffy…
He loved the girl.