Changing Lives
By Mabel Marsters
Disclaimer: I only own the plot!
Chapter Forty-Four
The day finally arrived. Rupert was due back from England that night. Spike gloomily packed his bag. He'd really enjoyed his stay with the Summers. He'd had the best Christmas ever. Every time he looked at his guitar he still couldn't believe that Rupert had bought it for him.
"Hey."
He turned to see Buffy at the door to the bedroom.
"Hi, Buffy," said Spike.
"Mom's left to go and open the gallery. She said you can leave your bag and guitar here and we'll bring them over when we come for dinner tomorrow night. That's if you can bear to leave your guitar behind," said Buffy, smiling at him.
"That'd be great, thanks. I didn't really want to carry her across town."
"Her?"
"'Course she's a 'her'," Spike grinned, "Be a bit worrying for yer if I loved something I called a him now, wouldn't it? I'd be dropping you and chasing Xander."
Buffy thumped him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.
"That's not very nice behaviour. I think you had better make it up to me."
She kissed him. "Will that do?"
"Mm, I dunno. I reckon yer need to do it again," smiled Spike.
She duly obliged then took hold of his hand.
"I could make it up to you even more," said Buffy softly.
Spike looked at her quizzically.
"We're on our own," she said.
The penny finally dropped. "Oh God, Buffy," he whispered.
She smiled at him and kissed him again. Spike kissed her back hungrily.
"Come on," said Buffy, leading him by the hand from the guest room to her own.
He hesitated at the doorway. "Are yer sure?"
"I've never been more certain of anything."
She looked up at him, her green eyes wide and any resolve he had was fast disappearing. He stepped into her bedroom. There was no turning back now.
She pulled him to the bed, pushing the door shut behind them. They sat on the bed. Spike put his hand up and gently stroked her face.
"You're so beautiful."
"You're not so bad yourself."
They kissed again and lay down on the bed. Buffy put her hand beneath Spike's t-shirt; the touch of her hand on his stomach caused a thrill to go through him. He moaned softly. She found the buckle of his belt and undid it. Spike put his hand over hers.
"Buffy, you don't have to do this, I can wait," said Spike, "Oh please God, don't let her say no now!" His heart was beating so fast and he felt like he was going to burst out of his jeans.
"Don't you want to?" asked Buffy.
"God, yes! Of course I do, but I don't want you to think you have to, pet. I love you and I don't want you to think you're under any pressure. I'm not going anywhere," he replied, leaning in to her and kissing her gently.
Buffy deepened the kiss, "I want it Spike, and I want you."
Slowly they undressed each other. Spike gasped at the first sight of Buffy's breasts. He was terrified that his inexperience would be his undoing. He didn't know how long his self-control would last.
As they kissed their hands explored each other's bodies. Spike tentatively ran his hand down Buffy's stomach, going lower and lower until it slipped between her thighs. She shifted slightly, yielding to his touch. He gazed at her and she met his eyes. For a moment they paused, just drinking each other in. Spike kissed her again, his fingers exploring a little deeper as he did. Buffy sighed and relaxed into him.
He moved his hand away from her.
"Don't stop," she whispered, "It's lovely."
Spike smiled, "Your turn now."
He took hold of her hand and guided it until it touched him, moaning softly in pleasure as she stroked her way down. She got bolder and gripped him tighter. He could barely contain himself, another groan escaping his lips.
"Oh, was that too hard?" asked Buffy, easing the pressure of her fingers.
"No…God no…it's…I don't know how much longer I can wait," gasped Spike.
She kissed him and pulled his shoulders, wanting him to lie on top of her. He shifted position a little awkwardly, Buffy wriggling down the bed a little to meet him.
"Protection!" A voice inside his head suddenly screamed.
He drew back a little.
"Um…we need…I haven't got any…oh shit!"
Buffy giggled and when he shot her a sharp look she explained.
"'S okay, Spike. I used to have really bad cramps so the doctor put me on the pill six months ago to prevent them. So we're okay, we're safe."
"Oh thank God," sighed Spike.
He kissed her stomach and traced a line of kisses up to her breasts, smiling as Buffy responded with a gasp. Then he was on her lips. They kissed until both were slightly breathless. Spike gently eased himself into Buffy. It took every ounce of self-control not to lose it at that first ever contact. Buffy lifted her hips towards him and he felt her tense a little.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he whispered.
Buffy just shook her head in reply. He pushed towards her until he was completely surrounded by her. Then slowly, gently, he started to move in and out, each thrust of his met by one from Buffy. The feeling was incredible.
The next moments were spent learning about themselves and each other; finding out what gave the most pleasure. Finally Spike could hold off no more - with a cry he felt himself release. They held one another tightly, reluctant to move apart.
As Buffy lay there she thought about all the stories she'd heard about other girls' first times. How it hurt and was unfulfilling being fumbled by a clumsy boy. The general consensus at school was to go with a boy who'd done it before. She disagreed; she knew it had been Spike's first time too, but he'd been gentle and intuitively seemed to know what gave her the most pleasure.
"Perhaps it was different for us because we're in love?"
"Penny for 'em?" said Spike.
She smiled, "Just thinking how much I love you, Spike Norman."
She was rewarded with a kiss, "I love you too, pet. That was just amazing."
"Yeah, it kind of was, wasn't it?"
Spike glanced at his watch.
"I'd better get going," he said reluctantly, "I think I need to have a shower, though."
"Okay, you can have the first one," replied Buffy, not wanting, or was that able, to move just yet.
Spike got up and walked to the bathroom. He was surprised that he didn't feel a little shy about Buffy staring at him as he got up. But he didn't, there was nothing of his that wasn't now partly Buffy's too. No shame in that.
Ooooooo
Later as he was ready to leave, he found he could hardly bear to go.
"Buffy…I…" he started.
She put her finger on his lips, "Shh Spike, I know, but you've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow evening."
Spike pouted a little, tilting his head on one side.
"Tomorrow evening? But that's ages away."
"It can't be helped. You know I've promised Mom I'd help her in the gallery tomorrow," reminded Buffy.
"Oh, okay, tomorrow night it is."
He kissed her hard enough to make her knees weak and walked away.
Ooooooo
As Spike walked home he was totally oblivious to the world around him, cocooned as he was in his thoughts. No surprise that they were full of Buffy. He grinned as he thought of what they'd just shared.
He never saw it coming.
The first blow of the baseball bat hit him on the lower back bringing him to his knees. He couldn't even cry out as the pain took his breath away.
The second hit him on the side of his head and everything went black.
To be continued….
