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Buffy is pulling on clothes in a hurry when he comes back into the room. She jumps at the sound of the door closing.
"Where's the fire, luv?"
"Oh.. I, uh. I thought you left."
Spike's eyes take a long lingering look at her, his eyes roaming over her. She's only managed to find a white shirt and a pair of leggings. No bra. He gazes achingly at her, at her skin. He feels himself starting to harden.
"Now why would I go and do a thing like that?"
Buffy rolls her eyes, "I gotta get Dawn up."
"She's up and gone, pet. Bright and early, all bushy tailed."
"Wait- really? With breakfast and everything?"
"Mmhmm."
"You made Dawn an actual breakfast?"
"Well you don't have to seem so shocked sweetheart." He wraps his arms around her, moving his hands under the shirt and around her back. He strokes up her spine, fingers caressing every vertebrae. "You looked like you needed your beauty sleep after last night."
As he leans in the neck of his shirt slips down and Buffy's eyes widen. There's a deep red mark over his neck.
Oh good grief I gave Spike a lovebite.
"Checking out my goodnight kiss?" He bites his lip, slipping a hand out from under her shirt, moving it slowly down her front. Cupping between her legs. "Why don't you give me another one?"
"Stop it."
But he doesn't, his left hand is pulling her closer to him. His right hand increases its pressure, his middle and index fingers stroking gently. Teasingly slow. "Why don't you make me."
He's pulling her back towards the bed. She pushes him away and starts walking towards the door.
"I've got to get up Spike, I can't spend all day in bed."
He grabs her elbow as she moves past him. He wraps an ankle around her leg in a seamless tackle, other leg wrapping around her calf. She goes sprawling on the floor and he's on top of her in a flash.
"Then let's leave the bed out of it." He straddles her legs, bare feet hooking underneath her knees. He grabs the bottom of her shirt and rips it open. Buttons go flying.
"HEY! I like this shirt!"
"Oh don't pout. I'll sew your buttons back on." He pulls his t-shirt over his head.
"You can sew?" Buffy bites back a smirk.
"That's right darlin', I'm the full bleeding package." He tugs her shirt down from her shoulders, releasing her arms.
He hooks his fingers into the top of her leggings and yanks them down off her hips, over her knees, off her ankles. He grabs the back of her legs and pulls her closer to him, digging his thumbs into her legs. She moans and squirms from it, feeling the wetness of her growing exponentially as the pressure increases.
"Mmm… you like a bit of pressure don't you, pet?" He digs in harder, massaging her thighs with his fingers, working out the knots in her muscles. Hard fingers sliding across soft skin. He moves her ankles up onto one shoulder as he works his fingers up towards her calves. Her breathing catches as he bears down on a thick knot in at the back of her calf, pulling the tension out of it, adding just enough force for it to border on pain, not quite tipping the balance, just dancing on the knife edge.
She gasps at it. "Wow…Uh-.. wow."
"I bet GI Joe never made you ache like this, did he?" his fingers find another knot, he pushes his thumbs down onto it and she lets out a sharp cry. "Answer me."
"No-AAH!"
"That feel good, sweetheart?"
"Yes."
"Hurt so nice?"
"Yes!" His fingers are digging so hard. Human hands would break under the pressure. The release of it makes her cry out. He doesn't pause or let up for even for a second. He wraps both hands round one calf just below her knee and squeezes so hard she feels her eyes bulge, pulling his hands all the way up to her ankle before moving to the other leg, pulling every muscle out.
He's pushing against the bones in her feet now. She feels her ankle popping. He rotates her foot and her ankle makes a symphony of crackles. She nearly sobs from it. He digs a thumb down onto her heel and she screams out from the exquisite pressure. He holds onto her foot with both hands, his thumbs pushing into her arch and he squeezes upwards spreading her toes out with the force. She whimpers.
"Oh my God… what do I have to do to get you to do that to my neck?"
He's working the other foot, tension pouring out her.
"Ask nicely." He bites the skin of her ankle, running his tongue over a tendon.
"You know I always wondered," he's staring at her hard as she moans from his fingers. His gaze makes her nipples harden, "with all those" -squeeze- "high kicks and" –knead- "dainty little" –dig- "backflips, you gotta be one of the most flexible girls on the planet, dontchathink?" He wraps his whole hand round one ankle, fingers meeting thumb, "what do you say, pet? Wanna show me how much?" He pulls one leg down, wrapping it round his hip. She's shaking a little. Eyes staring off past the ceiling like she's dazed.
"Hey," he snaps the fingers of his free hand in front of her face. She blinks. "Eyes this way, luv. Don't zone out just yet." He undoes his belt, unzips his jeans. "Got another muscle that could use a bit of release." He butts up against her pussy. Her curls are soaked. He slides past her folds, pushes in gently, slowly, all the way to the hilt. She lets out a low deep groan, pulling him in closer with the leg wrapped around his hip. She starts rocking against him.
He feels like he's as deep in her as he could possibly get. The heat of her wraps round his mind, fills him up. She's trembling. He puts his hand over her knee, pulling it towards his body, straightening her leg out. He starts leaning in. Leaning. Leaning. Down further and further until her leg is sandwiched between them.
The muscles tremble then relax suddenly. He pushes her ankle away from him, down towards the carpet. He's lying flush on top of her, grinding, slipping even further in. She's gasping now. Her toes touch the floor.
"Jesus Christ, Slayer, what are you made of, rubber?" He kneads his hips, pushing up against her. He pulls back slightly and he hits it. Her weak spot. Her pupils dilate rapidly, making her hazel eyes almost black. His tip glides over it and she screams. Got you. He bears down and she clamps up, hands scrabbling at his chest, clawing his shoulder. Her pussy squeezes like a vice.
"Oh my God! Spike! It's too much!" He tries to let up but her walls have tightened around him locking him in place. He gasps from the force of it.
God the muscles on this woman!
As she comes she wails, screaming, panting. A dam breaks inside her and she gushes around him. The heat of it scolds him, burns him up, his own release echoing hers, pouring out into her. He can't stop thrusting, pushing down on that spot. She's building again, fingers wrapping round his biceps, squeezing. He's watching her but her eyes aren't focussed. They're staring past him, out into space. Her iris's just a sliver of green and blue round an abyss of black. He can sense the orgasm rising in her, feels it flooding through her. He clamps a hand over her mouth just time to feel her howl from it.
When it passes she's loosens her fingers from his arms. He can feel bruises already starting to bloom.
He lets go of her ankle, folds her leg down and round him. The muscles in her legs are twitching violently. It feels like an earthquake is moving through her. He puts his ear to her neck and listens to her blood roaring underneath.
The beast doesn't even stir.
When she's wrapped around me I'm nearly free of it. If it could be like this every day, every minute…
His heart clenches then. He bites his lip, feeling tears prickle under his eyelids.
He pushes himself up on his elbows. Her eyes find his. She looks stoned, her breathing shallow. He scoops her up, one arm round her back, other hand in her hair, and kisses her. It takes a beat for her to kiss him back. She's weak as a kitten. He feels the muscles in her legs start to slacken off, relaxing gently, like she's falling asleep. He pulls out of the kiss and sees she's nearly passed out.
He taps her cheek gently with the back of hand.
"Oi, wake up, Sleeping Beauty." She stirs underneath him. She pulls his hand away from her cheek and nuzzles it gently, fingers curling through his. His heart lurches.
"Coming back to bed with me, luv?" His teeth tug gently on her earlobe, "it's way past my bedtime."
She wriggles underneath him, pulling her ear out of his mouth.
"No, I need a shower."
"No you don't." He buries his face in her hair.
"I do, I smell of sex and sweat."
"You smell like a peach." He kisses her neck, tongue trailing over her skin, down over her collarbone, "I could lick you clean."
"No!"
"Yes."
"No, get off." She pushes him off her, sliding out from under him. His body aches, feeling like he's lost a limb. She gets up and pulls her dressing gown off the back of the door. He pulls himself up and wraps his arms round her from behind.
"What about a bath?" She raises an eyebrow at him, "I could sort those knots out in your neck?"