Save the Last Dance for Me
By: Passion4Spike
Chapter 35: Could it Be I'm in Love?
Chapter Summary:
Their date continues and turns steamy.
Seated at the table again after giving her the infinity necklace, the embodiment of his promise to her, Spike rang a small bell that Buffy hadn't even noticed next to his place setting.
Buffy turned around in time to see a small demon emerge from behind a screen in the furthest corner of the cavern. He had teal skin, and long, deep green hair, that seemed to be made of seaweed. As he came closer, she saw that he had bright, aquamarine eyes that shimmered like sunlight glinting through crystal-blue water, and two short horns protruding from his forehead that might've been white coral. He couldn't have been more than four feet tall, and was dressed in a handsome black tux, complete with a bowtie and tails.
He bowed perfunctorily when he reached them, then pulled Buffy's folded napkin from its place on the table and settled it neatly onto her lap. Buffy looked at Spike, her eyes wide, her lips pressed together to suppress a grin. The little demon did the same with Spike's napkin, then turned on his heel and disappeared behind the screen again.
Before Buffy could ask any questions, the fellow was back with two plates of Caesar salad, which he placed gently down atop the larger plate already on the table in front of each of them.
"Cheese?" he offered Buffy, holding out a small block of parmesan and a cheese grater.
"Ummm ... sure … I mean, yes, please," she replied, sitting back in her chair, watching.
The little demon grated cheese atop her salad, and grated, and grated, and kept grating.
"I think yer supposed t' say 'when', pet," Spike told her with a small smile.
"Oh! When!" Buffy exclaimed. "Thanks."
The demon then turned to Spike, who accepted the offer of cheese, but stopped him before the lettuce was completely consumed by it.
Their small waiter then offered salt and pepper, both also freshly ground atop the salad, until both diners said 'when'. He then bowed again, and retreated behind the screen, out of sight.
"I didn't know you had a manservant," Buffy teased in a low voice.
Spike smirked. "Name's Tobias. He's a headwaiter at The Venomous Unicorn, actually. Just moonlightin' for me tonight."
"The Venomous Unicorn?" Buffy questioned, widening her eyes.
"Very exclusive restaurant near the coast – demons only, very posh," Spike explained.
"They don't actually serve unicorn there, do they?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "No such thing, pet."
Buffy quirked a brow at him. "You never know," she pointed out. "Do you know every demon joint in California?"
"P-lease!" he scoffed. "I know every demon joint from Prudhoe Bay to Tierra del Fuego."
"Oh, pardon me," Buffy laughed. "Didn't mean to insult your demon bar acumen."
Spike sniffed. "Apology accepted, just don't let it happen again."
"You should start a Zagat's-type guide for demon bars. You'd make a million," Buffy suggested, her eyes glittering with humor.
"Got all the treasure I need right here, luv … right here," he clarified, lifting his hand to touch her face gently.
Buffy bit her lip and looked down coquettishly, a small blush rising up her neck to color her face. "Who knew you were so sweet?" she asked, covering his hand with hers.
"Well-guarded secret, that is," Spike scoffed. "Might have t' kill ya now," he teased, pulling his hand away.
Buffy laughed and held up three fingers in a pledge. "What happens in the crypt, stays in the crypt, remember?"
Spike pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and tilted his head in agreement. Oh, the things he had planned for tonight in the crypt. He had to adjust the napkin over his lap just thinking about it.
"He looks a little familiar. Have I met him before?" she wondered, changing subject as she glanced back in the direction the demon had gone.
"Don't think so. Met his second cousin, though, Ariel," he reminded her.
"Oh! The soap demon," Buffy confirmed. "The eyes, that's what it is. They have the same eyes."
Spike nodded agreement, and then straightened the napkin in his lap again, waiting.
Buffy looked down at her pile of cheese-topped lettuce, considering all the various utensils around her plate, and then back at Spike. "Aren't you going to eat?" she asked him, waiting to see which fork he used.
"Guests first, luv," he advised her gallantly.
"Oh … umm… right," she muttered, once again considering the different forks around her plate, chewing her bottom lip in contemplation.
Spike watched her, amused and utterly charmed. "Something wrong, pet?" he prompted, quirking a brow at her. "Too much cheese?"
Buffy looked up, pulled from her deliberations. "Oh! No … you can never have too much cheese," she assured him, deciding to just go for it.
She reached for the fork above the plate, and Spike shook his head negatively, so she pulled her hand back quickly. She then went for the one next to her plate, which drew another negative shake of Spike's head. She rolled her eyes and picked up the last fork on the table.
"A girl could starve figuring out what fork to use," she muttered dourly before digging into the cheese … err, the salad.
Spike laughed and picked up his own salad fork and began to eat with her. "When faced with a bevy of flatware, remember to work from the outside in," he advised her. "The one above the plate's for dessert."
"Well, it's good to know there will be dessert," she offered, brightening.
"I love you, Buffy," he announced suddenly and naturally. "You're bloody adorable, in a deadly sort o' way."
The words formed in her mind again and she thought they were willing to be voiced, but her mouth was full of cheesy salad. Although she didn't think Spike would care too much if she talked with her mouth full, she thought it would ruin the effect, so she once again put the words back in their gilded cage.
"Good?" he asked, watching her.
Buffy nodded, swallowing. "Very cheesy."
Spike laughed. "Reckon you'll know when to say 'when' next time, pet."
Before long, Tobias returned to remove the salad plates, refill their champagne glasses, and then serve the main course: Roasted lamb chops with herby new potatoes, and roasted leeks with bacon.
Buffy looked at the small chops suspiciously. "What is it?" she asked, touching it with what she now knew was her dinner fork. "It's not demon, is it?"
Spike laughed, amused. "Lamb chops, pet."
Buffy's brows knit together. "They're really small," she observed, cutting a tender piece off one.
"Wouldn't be lamb if they were big, be mutton," he told her, also cutting and taking a bite of the meat.
"I thought lambs grew into sheep, not muttons," Buffy observed, lifting the tidbit to her mouth. Her eyes went wide as she tasted the rich, tender, savory meat, and she moaned in pleasure.
"That's so good!" she exclaimed before Spike could explain mutton to her. "How have I not had this before?" she wondered, looking at Spike.
"Too busy annihilating your taste buds with Doublemeat Medleys, I reckon," Spike replied, smiling at her enthusiasm for his menu.
"Even the green stuff is good," she continued, taking a bite of the leeks. "Dawn should use this in her smoothies instead of grass."
Spike chuckled, his eyes glinting with joy as he watched her. She was so guileless, so pure, and vibrant – sunbeams and seashells and summer days wrapped in raw silk. She filled in the cracks of his heart with brilliance when she smiled, making him want nothing more than to be the man she thought he was.
"Oh, my God, Spike. I love this," she gushed as she ate. "This is the best meal I've had, possibly ever!"
Buffy stopped her fork halfway to her mouth and looked up at him then. "And the best company, too," she added, her tone soft and serious.
Spike's eyes sparkled back at her and he reached out and took her free hand in his, squeezing gently. "Me too, Buffy. Ever."
"I figured someone had highjacked yer body that time – didn't know it was another Slayer. What she said makes a bit more sense, knowing that.
"But Joyce and Rupert doing the deed on the hood of a police car? Yer just making stuff up now, Slayer," Spike insisted as they finished the dessert: double death by chocolate molten lava cake.
Buffy shook her head, laughing as she swallowed the last bite. "I swear on the god of chocolate. They did it! Twice! My mom described Giles as a 'stevedore'! Oh, my God, I thought my brain would explode when I found out!" Buffy vowed, still laughing as she set her fork down.
"Didn't know Rupert had it in 'im. Actually got shagged this decade." Spike shook his head in disbelief. "Sorry I missed that," he admitted, still chuckling.
"Oh no you're not. It was horrible," she assured him. "When I'm the most responsible person in town, you know the world is doomed!" she laughed.
Buffy turned serious then, a faraway look in her eyes. "Mom really liked you, ya know?"
"I could tell by the way she hit me with that axe," he replied, smirking at the memory.
Buffy smiled. "You never hurt her … you could've."
Spike shook his head. "Joyce was a good lady. Put those little marshmallows in my hot chocolate. Treated me nice."
"Unlike me," Buffy admitted, looking down.
"Buffy," Spike cajoled, taking her hand in his. "We both made mistakes, yeah? We did what we were made to do, followed our callings. It's behind us, it's the past. Only thing that matters is now. And right now, I'd love t' dance with you."
"You told me once that's all we've ever done."
"I remember," Spike assured her softly. "But right now I was thinking something a little more literal."
Buffy smiled and nodded. "I'd love that."
Spike released her hand and stood up, this time not having to use vampire speed to help her with her chair, she waited for him. Buffy took his proffered hand, rising and following him to the small 'dance floor' as the soft music continued to play.
Spike turned and took her in his arms again, so gracefully and gently that it made Buffy wonder how someone so powerful, and capable of such violence, could even manage it. Another of the dichotomies that was Spike. Fierce and tender. Primal and refined. Snarky and sweet. Dangerous and protective. Sarcastic and gracious.
Buffy smiled to herself as she moved with him, realizing that she loved all those contradictions because she had so many of them herself. She was what she needed to be depending on the circumstances, but with Spike she could just be what she was, she didn't have to wear those masks, he wouldn't take jabs at her true heart, even if it was silly or naïve, wicked or wanton. He would understand. He would love her anyway.
(The Four Tops - I Believe in You And Me)
I believe in you and me
I believe that we will be
In love eternally
As far as I can see
You will always be
The one for me
Oh, yes you will
I believe in dreams again
I believe that love will never end
And like the river finds the sea
I was lost now I'm free
I believe in you and me
Buffy leaned into him, their bodies again melding into one with the slow music, the words flowing over them as if reading their minds.
I will never leave your side
I will never hurt your pride
When all the chips are down
I will always be around
Just to be right there where you are, my love
Oh, I love you girl
I will never leave you out
I will always let you in
To places no one's ever been
Deep inside can't you see
I believe in you and me
Buffy felt tears prickle her eyes and she closed them tight, not wanting anything to spoil this moment. Spike had opened up to her, he'd let her in to places she was sure no one else had ever been, into the deepest recesses of his battered soul. She knew that hadn't been easy for him, but he'd trusted her to understand, to catch him, to not let him crash on the rocks. It was time for her to make good on that, to catch him, to let him in fully.
Maybe I'm a fool
To feel the way I do
But I would play the fool forever
Just to be with you forever
I believe in miracles
Love's a miracle
And, baby, you're a dream come true
I was lost, now I'm free
I believe in you and me
I was lost now I'm free, girl
I believe in you and me
As the song came to an end, Buffy blinked back her emotions, looking up to meet his eyes. "Spike, I…" she began but was interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind her.
She spun from Spike's embrace, startled, to find their waiter standing at attention, hands clasped behind his back, waiting patiently. She'd totally forgotten he was there.
"If that will be all, sir, I shall take my leave," Tobias announced formally.
Spike nodded. "Was perfect, Alfred. Much obliged," he acknowledged.
"It's Tobias, sir," the small demon corrected stoically. He then bowed smartly and turned on his heel, heading for the ladder, the tails of his tux fluttering behind him. After reaching the crypt above, their waiter closed the trapdoor above them, leaving them alone with the flickering candles and soft music.
As soon as the door closed, Buffy let out the burbling laugh she'd been holding in. "I guess he's not a Batman fan," she observed, her glittering green eyes looking up at Spike.
Spike chuckled. "No accountin' fer taste, I reckon," he agreed with a shrug.
Spike gently pulled her back around to face him fully. "Were you saying something 'fore Alfred interrupted?"
Buffy smiled shyly and nodded. "I was …" she hesitated, then cleared her throat. "I was just thinking how good that suit would look hanging on that chair over there."
Spike arched a brow at her. "Thought you liked how I looked in it."
"I do, but I like how you look out of it even better," she admitted, with a suggestive smile.
Buffy reached up and gently pulled the knot of his tie loose, then began to unbutton his shirt. Spike stood still, allowing her to undress him. When her fingers grazed his skin, a breath of warm fire billowed over his body, heating him with each gentle touch. She unfastened his belt and the button at the top of his trousers, then slowly pulled the tail of his shirt from them.
With his shirt open and tails out, she ran her hands up from his waist to his shoulders, then let them hook beneath his dress jacket and slide it off his shoulders. She caught it deftly in one hand before it hit the floor behind him. Buffy folded it neatly and laid it across the back of his chair before returning to her task. Lifting each of his wrists, she unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and again ran her hands up his torso, beneath the fabric. With her hands resting on his pectorals, she paused and gazed up into his eyes for a long, silent moment.
"I really do like you in blue," she revealed. "It makes your eyes shine."
Spike shook his head. "You do that, pet, not the shirt."
Buffy bit her bottom lip shyly, then finished what she'd started, sliding her hands down his arms to remove his shirt. As with his jacket, she folded it neatly and laid it over the back of the chair before returning to him.
Spike stood, waiting, watching her move, listening to her heartbeat, drowning in her warmth, her scent, the very essence of her. There was no hurry, no frantic rush to have her, and she had read his mind, taking her time with a slow, gentle seduction.
Buffy returned, but instead of continuing with his trousers, she ran her hands slowly over his shoulders, chest, and torso, taking in every curve of muscle and rise of his body beneath her fingers. She traced the lingering scar on his lower right abdomen, the new skin there still tinged with pink in contrast to the marblesque radiance of the rest of his body.
"Does it still hurt very much?" she wondered, looking up to meet his eyes.
Spike shook his head. "Not as long as you're touching me," he replied, pressing his hand over hers and holding it against the most tender spot. "All I can feel is heaven."
Buffy gave him a loving smile, pulling her hand away slowly, and touched a soft kiss to the spot he had covered.
It was all Spike could do to keep from pulling her to him then, to ravish her sweet lips with a fervid kiss, but this is what he'd wanted for tonight, and she'd seemed to know that. He didn't want to ruin it now.
Buffy then turned her attention to his slacks. The belt hung loose, the ends dangling against his groin, the button of his waistband undone from earlier. She slowly slid the nylon zipper down, being sure to pull it out away from his body at the same time, since clearly it was barely containing his burgeoning need.
As soon as she released the zipper, his slacks slipped off his slender hips, the weight of the belt pulling them to the earth. It was only then that she realized she hadn't removed his shoes, but Spike took care of it with a couple of adept moves, toeing them off within the puddle of blue fabric.
Buffy smiled up at him, acknowledging the help, as she knelt down before him. She pulled shoes and slacks free as he took one step back to stand bare and exposed before her in the soft glow of the flickering candles.
Buffy carefully folded the slacks and placed them on the chair with his other clothes, tucking the shoes on the floor beneath, before turning back to face him again. No matter how often she saw him like this, it never failed to take her breath away.
"You're beautiful," she murmured, returning to him. She trailed her fingers over his chest, then down and around one hip, walking in a slow circle around him. She let her fingers travel over his strong back, tracing the lines of muscle that stood out like a sculpture, smooth and powerful.
"Your ass is perfect," she observed dreamily, using the flat of her palm to gently caress the tight, round globes.
Buffy continued her slow tour, coming back around to the front, completing her circle. She then allowed her fingers to tickle over his six-pack abs, touching each bulging muscle with a different finger, as if playing a keyboard.
"Anything else strike yer fancy?" Spike wondered, watching her intently, using all his considerable strength to keep from reaching out and ripping her dress off with one vicious jerk.
Buffy smiled and wrapped her hand around his thick, hard column of steely flesh. "Like this, maybe?" she replied, tightening her grip.
Spike's eyes fluttered closed and the unneeded breath he'd been inhaling caught in his throat.
"You could say I'm pretty fond of it," Buffy admitted, stroking slowly up and down the long length. "I'd say you were the model for Michelangelo, except for this part," she grinned up at him. "Or maybe they just didn't have enough marble in Italy to do it justice."
Spike chuckled, opening his eyes and finding hers looking up at him. "Glad you like it, pet. I can assure you, he's right fond of you, too."
Buffy laughed, releasing her grip. "Why do guys do that? Refer to their dicks as a separate person?"
Spike snorted. "Cos it has a bloody mind of its own, is why. Doesn't listen to a bit o' reason, grows and shrinks without consultin' its owner, sucks the blood from your brain so you can't even think straight. Like having a little alien parasite attached to ya, down there doing as it pleases, sucking up your blood, leadin' you around like a bloody puppet."
Buffy's peal of amused laughter sounded like sweet bells to Spike's ear. "That sounds kind of painful," she remarked, still laughing.
Spike snorted again. "Not exactly," he clarified. "More like rapturous bliss, it is, at least when it gets its way. Worth the other small annoyances, I reckon."
Buffy was still smiling as she bent over and touched a soft kiss to the very tip of Spike's 'alien parasite'. "Well, I, for one, think he's a really cute little alien. Does he have a name?"
"Been known t' call him a daft bugger, but, no, haven't gone quite that far," Spike admitted.
"Maybe his name is Merlin, cos he's magical," Buffy suggested. Her face was starting to hurt from grinning, but she couldn't stop.
Spike quirked a brow, considering. "Sounds like a poofter," he declined.
"The Rock?" she suggested.
"Think that name's taken, pet."
"Hercules? Loverboy? Conan the Barbarian? Atlas? Thor's Hammer?" Buffy suggested, still laughing.
Spike pulled her against him and kissed her fiercely, drowning her laughter and turning it into a moan of pleasure. His tongue pressed between her sweet lips, tasting her amusement and infectious laughter, drowning in the feel of her, in the utter joy of her.
When he finally released her, Buffy gasped for air, breathless and panting, but still smiling.
"How about 'Yours'?" Spike suggested. "All yours."
Buffy bit her bottom lip and nodded. "I like the sound of that."
Spike touched another soft kiss to her lips, murmuring, "Me too."
His hands slid up her arms, slowly, gently, above her elbows, skimming lightly across her strong biceps and round deltoids, to her bare shoulders. He let his fingers linger there, tracing random designs of fire onto the skin covering her collarbones. He paused a moment, touching the infinity necklace. No matter what she said, it was she who was the bright, sparkling diamond. He would always be the darkness, but he had hope that, with her as his beacon, someday he could be the man she needed.
Moving again, his fingertips danced over her skin, following the line of the halter straps from her neck down to the curve of her breasts, dipping between them with the cut of the top, then back up the other side.
"So beautiful, Buffy," he whispered as she stood shivering with pleasure in front of him.
God, she wanted him. Badly. She wished he would rip the dress from her body, throw her down and take her in a fit of lust and ravenous hunger, but she knew that was not what he had in mind tonight. The formal invitation, the roses, the fancy dinner, the soft music, the dancing. No, that was not what this night would be. It would be different, yet another dance for them to experience, soft and loving and tender.
"You cold, pet?" Spike asked, his fingers still tracing the edge of her dress with a velvet touch.
"No," Buffy managed in a raspy whisper.
Spike smiled, looking up from his task to meet her eyes. "Do I make you shiver?" he wondered, biting his lip in anticipation of her answer.
"To my bones."
"Never shivered in fear o' me," he observed, his fingers still delicate, now traveling slowly up her neck, following her blood which was pounding like a drum just below the surface.
"No," Buffy agreed.
"You make me shiver, too," Spike admitted. "In desire of your body, your soul, your … heart."
Buffy swallowed hard beneath his fingers, which were tracing back down her throat now.
"You have them," she replied honestly, her voice a low rasp beneath his touch.
Spike stopped moving then, his head tilting, gazing into her eyes. "Do I?"
Buffy nodded, small, earnest bobs of her head. "You do."
Spike's fingers deftly unhooked the snap at the back of Buffy's neck, letting the straps of her dress slide down her skin, revealing her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard pebbles of desire. Gooseflesh rippled over her body, tingling her skin deliciously. The shivers of her desire were burgeoning inside her, threatening to split her into slivers of sweet, silver lightning.
Spike leaned down and kissed each nipple in turn, slowly drawing each bud past his wet lips. He teased each with his tongue until Buffy had to grasp his shoulders for support, her knees having turned to water. His fingers traced more tracks of fire over the round curves of her breasts as she clung to him, her eyes closed, utterly lost in the pleasure of his touch.
"Such pure passion," Spike whispered against her, his breath cool against her damp areola. "Never anyone like you, Buffy."
Spike slipped his fingers beneath the waist of the dress and pressed it the rest of the way down her body. It slid easily over the luscious curve of her hips and down her legs, his hands following the entire way.
Buffy took a steadying breath and stepped free of the fabric, then watched as Spike slowly and carefully laid it over his clothes on the back of the chair. Spike returned to her, moving like a tiger stalking its prey, silent and sure, pure powerful grace. His fingers began to trace the red lace of her thong, from her hip down into the crack of her ass, lingering there, teasing her tight rosebud, before lifting back up and continuing around her.
He stopped directly in front of her, his tickling touch lingering on her lower stomach, just above the soft lace. Her skin prickled, and more shivers ran through her, quivering the skin beneath his fingers.
"Love how your body answers mine," Spike whispered, sliding his finger down over the lacy, red fabric, pressing gently between her thighs. "So wet, you are."
He demonstrated by bringing his finger up to her lips, touching the dampness there against them. Buffy opened her mouth and pulled his finger inside seductively. The taste of her juices unmistakable on his skin as she licked and sucked her own desire from his cool flesh.
He slowly pulled his finger from her luscious lips, sliding it back down her body, between her breasts, over her quivering stomach, and back between her shapely thighs. He rubbed the wet fabric against her clit, gently teasing her, the slickness gliding over her bundle of nerves silkily.
"Cum for me, Buffy. Let me feel your fire," he begged, circling her clit with the damp fabric between them. Spike touched his lips to one breast, biting down gently with his teeth on the hard pebble. After a moment, he sucked her sensitive skin between his lips and flicked his tongue against the nub mercilessly.
Buffy's eyes fluttered closed and her legs quivered under her, threatening to give way. Bolts of pleasure shot through her, pulsing like a white-hot fire in her core, ready to explode. She suddenly forgot how to breathe, unable to inhale, as her body shuddered in the pleasure of Spike's touch. She felt like she was floating there, then falling, then rising again, higher and higher, up to the top of the world.
How high could he take her? Higher. Always higher.
How deep could she fall into the sea of rapture? Miles and miles.
Spike's fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her panties, touching her hot, yearning nubbin directly, then circling her throbbing opening. Buffy's body bucked against him, yearning for more. He slipped a finger inside her hot channel, feeling her body throb and pulse around him, but only for a moment. Pulling out, Spike slid his soaked fingers along her dewy petals, back to her clit, circling gently, teasing, lifting, arousing, tantalizing her to the very fringe of lunacy.
Buffy's heart raced, jumping and lurching in her chest. Her blood boiled in her veins, sparkling with brilliant fires that spread out from her core to consume her. A thin sheen of perspiration dotted her flushed skin from the heat Spike was pouring over her. Quivers of pleasure danced down her legs and up her body, making her knees watery and her breath shallow and raspy. Her yes fluttered closed, lost in his touch, lost in the pleasure sweeping through her, lost in the sweet scents of candles and roses, lost in love.
Feeling her hovering on the precipice, Spike pressed down hard on her clit, as if pressing the button that would end the world, ignite her like a missile, send her rocketing into heaven.
And she did.
Her body arched and bowed with the rapture Spike was pouring over her, and then the world fell away from beneath her. Buffy's knees gave way. The electrical shocks of quivering pleasure exploded from her center and burned through every nerve ending, every muscle, every fiber of her being, severing them from her control. Buffy heard someone screaming but it seemed far away, unable to comprehend that it was her own voice. The universe rocketed past, engulfing her in the euphoria of a blinding, astral freefall. She surrendered completely to the ecstasy, letting it rain down on her like a monsoon, coating her entire being in bliss.
When Buffy came back to herself, she was lying on her back on the bed, Spike next to her, propped up on one elbow, his other hand tracing the quivers that continued to shiver across her abdomen.
He looked up to her eyes, feeling her gaze upon him, and smiled tenderly. "Love watching you cum, Buffy. Could spend eternity just watching that, hearing you lose yourself, feeling your body surrender to the ecstasy, knowing I gave that to you."
Buffy reached out and touched his face, caressing his smooth skin with the back of her hand. "Sort of leaves you a little short, though, doesn't it?"
Spike shook his head slowly. "Don't mind. All I ever want is you to be happy. That's all I ever need."
"And all I want is for you to be happy," Buffy replied sincerely. "Let's be happy together, Spike. Make love to me."
Spike's gaze softened as he rolled atop her, her body warm and soft beneath his. Her arms went around his neck, and his arms slid beneath her, so his fingers could tangle in her soft, golden tresses. He kissed her then, deeply, gently, sensuously, letting the moment linger on, languorous and sweet. Their tongues danced, tasting, tempting, tantalizing the other, getting lost in the feeling, lost in each other.
The kiss parted, slowly, gently, their need for each other expanding, blooming into leaping flames of desire. Spike slid down her body, touching cool kisses against her heated skin. Her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, her trembling stomach, stopping only when he reached the lace of her red thong. He sat back onto his heels between her thighs, breathing in the scent of her, growing harder and hungrier by the moment.
Buffy lifted her hips as he slipped his fingers beneath the lacy straps, and he slid them slowly down her thighs. She lifted her legs up in front of him and Spike removed the small bit of damp fabric completely, stretching it over her stiletto heels, and dropping the bit of wet lace on the floor next to the bed.
Buffy bent her knees and pressed both feet against his chest in invitation for him to finish the process of disrobing her. Her stilettos dug lightly into his pectorals as he unhooked the sparkling straps one by one, and tossed the sandals onto the floor, as well.
Spike moved back up her body then, her legs slipping down his sides to wrap around his hips. Buffy reached between them and guided his hardness to her slick opening as his hips lined up with hers. Spike stopped moving when his cock pressed against her heat tight enough to not move, but not quite hard enough to penetrate her slick channel.
Holding himself up on strong arms above her, he gazed into the heaven of her green eyes, ready to fall into them, to drown in their depths. Buffy, too, felt ready to fall, fall into the intense blue love that shone down on her like shimmering pools of desire.
She wrapped her arms gently around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers. In the instant before his lips touched hers, she whispered, "I love you, Spike."
Spike froze, their lips barely touching. Nothing moved between them except the beating of Buffy's heart. He stayed frozen there for two strong beats, savoring the words, letting them echo in his mind, and seep into his damaged soul.
Then, on the third beat of her heart, he whispered, "I know."
His lips covered hers then, capturing them in a gentle, sensuous kiss as he pressed his hardness into her slick desire. Their bodies moved together in a slow, sumptuous dance. Pressing together and pulling apart, teeth nipping lightly against lips, her warmth sliding smoothly against his coolness.
And still the music played, a slow rhythm to match theirs. Even though she'd tried before, when he'd been so badly injured, it had never been like this before between them. Tender. Loving. Gentle. But the yearning was no less intense. The pleasure no less rapturous. The hunger no less ravenous.
(Minnie Riperton- Could it Be I'm in Love?)
You move me... I'm burning
Such passion I'm yearning
One thought keeps returning
Could it be... I'm in love?
"Feel so good, Buffy," Spike murmured against her lips, dropping down onto his elbows above her and grinding this pubic bone against her clit in a slow, deliberate motion. He lifted his head to gaze down into her eyes, watching them flutter with pleasure each time he ground against her.
"Oh, Spike, baby … God, don't stop," she moaned, allowing her fingers to dance down along his spine, feeling every swell and wave of muscle beneath her hands as he moved.
You touch a place in me that feels so divine
I can't recall the pain that once was mine
Since we kissed I am not the same
I've blossomed in desire
Could it be... I'm in love?
Unfortunately, her words had the opposite effect. Spike stopped dead, stunned into immobility.
Buffy opened her eyes then, looking up at him curiously. "Are you okay?" she asked, immediately concerned that he'd done something to reinjure himself.
Spike shook his head dazedly. "'Baby'?" he repeated dreamily.
Buffy smiled up at him, cupping his cheek in her palm. "I tell you 'I love you' and you say, 'I know,', but calling you 'baby' gets your attention?"
"You've never …" Spike shook his head, finding himself falling more in love with her with each passing moment.
Buffy sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, suddenly worried. "Is it okay? I mean, I won't if…"
Spike smothered her words with an ardent kiss, dropping his body against hers fully, wanting to feel every inch of her warmth pressed against him. He wanted to inhale her, to melt into her, to blur into nothingness and seep into her soul. He couldn't get close enough to her, couldn't touch enough of her warmth, couldn't pour enough of himself over her.
"I'll be your baby till the end of time," Spike murmured against her lips, then touched soft kisses against each of her eyelids.
"Always your baby," he whispered, wrapping his arms beneath her and holding her tight, resting his head next to hers on the pillow, just basking in the emotions she'd stirred inside him and in the feel of her body beneath him.
Falling. I'm flying
I'm laughing now I'm crying
I'm born but it's like dying
Could it be... I'm in love?
After a time, their bodies began to move as one, slowly, sensuously. They started building the pleasure again, lifting each other up. Higher and higher they danced, sparking rapture deep in their hearts.
Spike released his tight hold on her, taking his weight back onto his elbows above her, resuming the slow grind of his hips against her. His pubic bone pressed blissfully against her clit, sending sparks of electricity cascading out in all directions, drawing renewed murmurs of 'baby' from her lips. His cock slipped in and out of her sweet, hot channel, and they began again to float in the deep river of love that they'd now both leapt into.
Buffy's body began to tremble beneath him, her hands slipping down to the globes of his perfect ass. The muscles beneath her palms grew hard with each press against her, then relaxed a moment, then hard again. The feel of his body, so powerful and resplendent atop her, fueled her passion, stoking the fires within.
I tremble... it's thrilling
It scares me but I'm willing
It drains me but it's filling
Could it be... I'm in love?
"Spike, baby, need you," Buffy breathed, her hands stroking up and down his back.
"Tell me… again," he begged in a deep, intense rumble.
"Love you," Buffy replied breathlessly. "I love you."
Spike's heart seemed to come alive for a moment, swelling and clenching in his chest. Despite his apparent nonchalance at her words earlier, he couldn't continue to pretend he didn't feel them as they settled deep in inside his own chest. "I love you, Buffy … so bloody much."
"Spike … God … Need you to cum inside me. Need to feel you deep inside me. Please, baby … cum in me."
Spike moaned in pleasure, her words fanning the flames of his desire. Rising up onto his hands above her, his eyes locked with hers, he changed rhythms again. He thrust into her deep and hard, but not with the violence that was their norm. This was deliberate and unhurried, not frantic and fevered. He could feel her channel constrict around his cock, feel her heartbeat reverberate around his hard, sensitive flesh. Her supple walls opened for him with each thrust, closing around his steely column as he buried his length deep inside her core.
"So good, Buffy … my sweet Slayer. Heaven, you are … bloody heaven – my heaven," he rasped, letting the feel of her consume him with an undeniable, primal need to fill her, to mark her as his once again.
Buffy's hips found his rhythm and matched it, rising up to meet him with each powerful thrust. Gasps and moans of pleasure were driven from her throat, rising directly from her core where his cock plunged into her, hard and deep.
She could feel the rising rapture building inside her like a tsunami, ready to wash her away with its powerful waves of bliss.
"Harder … just a little … more," she begged, digging her heels into his ass to propel him just a smidge past sweetness into ferventness.
Spike willingly obliged her, drawing back and thrusting into her powerfully, time and time again. He watched her face contort into rapture as her body began to quake beneath him. Her eyes would flash open and meet his before fluttering closed again when another wave of intense pleasure hit her as he thrust forward, washing over her, pulling her under the surface of bliss.
"Cum, my baby … cum for me. Jesus, Buffy … love t' feel you cum," he begged, plunging into her with passion fueled by love and a bottomless yearning to join her in heaven.
"Yes, yes, yes … Spike! Cumming! Fuck! … God … yesssss!" she gasped and hissed, her hips jerking against him, her channel tightening like a vise around his pounding cock, her hands clinging desperately to his shoulders, her toes curling with the intensity of her burgeoning orgasm.
"Buffy … fu—" was all he could utter before his leonine roar filled the chamber, his control lost along with hers. With two final, hard thrusts, his cold seed spilled into her slick, welcoming channel in white-hot bursts of rapture, surging from his body urgently, eager to fill her, to join her in heaven.
Her slick walls spasmed around his column in wild abandon, milking him, urging every drop of sweet spunk from his balls. Buffy's body arched and quivered in pleasure beneath him, lost in waves of golden bliss that washed over her.
Spike gave it all eagerly, feeling himself being swept away with her, drowned in the glowing fire of their combined passion; drowned in her, in sunshine and moonbeams and eternal love.
It's madness…I know it
I love it, do I show it?
It's too late now, I glow it
Could it be I'm in love?
**END NOTES**
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