They stay lying on the couch for a long time, Buffy lying partially on his chest while Spike strokes her arm, caressing her skin.
Her breathing starts slowing down and he can see she's falling asleep.
He wakes her up with a soft kiss.
"Come to bed, gorgeous. We'll give Dawn a heart attack if she finds us down here." She nods in agreement.
They struggle back into clothes, trudging up the stairs as quietly as they can, Spike leading, holding her hand. Buffy leans against his shoulder, suddenly feeling incredibly drained.
He stops on the stairs, walks down a couple, wraps one of her arms over his shoulder and picks her up in a lift, carrying her the rest of the way.
She tenses a little.
"Am I heavy?"
He smirks, "no, pet. If I can throw you through a wall I can carry you up a flight of stairs."
Tired as she is she still smiles at that.
"Riley couldn't lift me. Think it must be a super strength thing."
"Think it's more a weak little lamb thing."
She chuckles in spite of herself.
He grins.
"Uh huh, look who's enjoying a dig at the toy soldier all of a sudden."
"Stop it."
"Shan't."
They enter her bedroom and he lowers her down on the bed before closing the door. He pulls his shirt off over his head, unbuckling his jeans and stepping out of them. He undoes her jeans and pulls them down her hips while she takes off her sweater.
He kneels at the foot of the bed running his hands up her bare legs. She sighs softly... and opens her knees.
He raises an eyebrow, "not so tired after all, then?"
She blushes a little.
He strokes her thighs, opening her legs wider, taking her all in beneath him, eyes drinking her in.
It's dark but he can see her nipples stiffen, her pupils dilate.
He plants a fist either side of her. She moves to kiss him but he pulls out of her reach.
"Tell me what you want."
The red in her cheeks deepens.
"You."
He grins darkly, shaking his head.
"Specifically, sweetheart."
She's panting a little. Spike runs his tongue over his teeth, "tell me just how you want it."
She shakes her head, "I uh... never..."
"Not used to being a little direct?"
"No."
"S'easy. Just say 'Please Spike, will you...'" he raises an eyebrow, savouring her nervous breathing.
"Will you...," she glances away but her moves her face back to make her look him in the eyes. She takes a breath in.
"Will you use your mouth?"
He kisses her, biting her lip.
"Good girl," he reaches past her and pulls down one of the pillows.
"What are you doing?"
"Just relax," he pulls her hips up and slides the pillow underneath her. The extra height makes her ribs push up against her skin and he runs his hands over them, up and over her breasts.
She arches up into him, "uhhh, Spike."
"Shhh." He's running his hands back down her waist, hips, down to her thighs. He can feel the muscles shivering in anticipation. His mind swims in the sensation.
So nice to be wanted so badly.
He runs his hands up her thighs, cupping her sex. She's soaked through. He strokes her clit with his thumb, rubbing it in gentle circles, while he slips two fingers of his other hand inside her. They slide in and out of her, glistening from her, touching every fold, caressing her from the inside. She arches up towards him, groaning loudly.
"Please, Spike... please..."
She begs so sweetly.
He pulls his fingers out, putting them in his mouth and sucking the wetness off, not wanting to waste a drop. Something about her, the scent of her, the taste of her, he needs it, wants it more than blood.
I could drink her forever.
He lowers himself down between her legs. She's really shaking now. He pulls her thighs in a bit so they're cradling his head, her legs wrap around him, feet on his back. He grips her hips and licks her deeply from her opening to her clit. She shrieks from the sudden feel of his tongue, but he holds her steady against his mouth as he licks her clit, dragging it into his mouth, blunt teeth teasing her, tugging her, first gently then adding pressure, sucking hard, treading the line between pleasure and pain. It's easy to do when you can hear every heartbeat. Every jump of a pulse. He pulls back before the over stimulation becomes painful to her, lapping at her with the flat of his tongue.
She's whimpering, her hand finds his wrist and clutches at it.
He strokes a hand up her stomach, cupping her ribcage, feeling the rise and fall of her lungs as she gulps in air.
He licks down her slit, caressing every fold with his tongue. Her sex is throbbing, the surge of blood under the skin, like holding a beating heart in his mouth.
He stirs her open gently, then pushes his tongue in. She lurches and gasps from it, as he licks at a cluster of nerves inside her.
He pushes his tongue in and out, pushing against her, can feel the sensation making her rigid with need. She's so wet, he drinks it down hungrily, the taste of it heightening his sense, tonguing stretching her open, tasting every inch of her. When it feels like she's going to clamp down on his tongue he pulls out, licking her folds and biting her lips gently.
She squirms, quivers. He teases her with his tongue, inching closer to her clit but not touching it. Watches as it becomes engorged.
He nips at her, curling his tongue across her skin. Feeling each nerve sing out underneath him.
Every part of her is swollen. Aching. He gently cups her clit with his tongue and she screams, jolting like she's been electrocuted. He starts putting on the pressure, hard little circles with the back of his tongue. She's screaming.
Shit, she's going to wake up the whole house.
He sucks her in, further into his mouth and she breaks, hand suddenly in his curls pulling his hair, lungs gasping under his hand, thighs shaking. He doesn't move away until she's completely still again.
He gets up, unfolding her legs from across his back. He wipes his chin with his thumb and sucks the last bit of her off.
He pulls the pillow out from underneath her and lies down next to her, strong arms pulling her in, cupping her face. He leans to kiss her and she pulls back a little.
"Uh... I-"
"Don't get squeamish on me now, Slayer. Kiss me," he pushes his tongue into her mouth, moaning at the feel of her tongue curling round his.
She relaxes into it, turning to putty in his arms. He pulls the blanket around them, shifting so her head is on his shoulder. His fingers stroke her jaw.
Her eyes are getting heavy. He moves his leg between hers and pulls her arm across his chest so every possible part of her is wrapped in him.
He kisses her cheek as she starts drifting off. Strokes her hair, runs his thumb across and eyelid, her lips.
"I love you."