(Takes place during 'Killed by death')
"One small step for man one giant leap for mankind my arse!"
Spike grimaced as he stumbled flat on his face again. This was embarrassing or at least it would be if anyone was around. Thankfully there was no one to see him land flat on his face for the umptieth time.
He slowly got up again on unsteady feet. He had to get out of that mansion he was fed up of seeing the way Dru was around that bastard Angelus. Making his way to the Bronze, Spike decided he needed a little fun. The demon bars were out as one of them might go running to Angelus and spill that Spike had been there minus the wheelchair. So, the Bronze it was, he knew he might run the risk of running into the slayer and her little groupies, but Spike always liked taking risks and he was royally fed up with staying out of sight.
Entering the club, a look around his surroundings suggested to him that the slayer wasn't here at this time. He heard some kids there muttering about some flu bug that had affected the school and smiled at the idea of the slayer sick and coughing up a lung. He perused the crowd checking out the possibilities. His vampire senses were thrumming as the heat, sweat, scent and beating hearts surrounded him. What he wouldn't do just to bite and drain the lot of them but knowing his luck something bad would happen to him if he attempted it. It was later when he spotted one of the slayer's friends. Not the annoying git of a boy nor the pale redhead but the outspoken brunette. He always had a thing for brunettes while Angelus preferred blondes. Cordelia was a tempting morsel worthy of more than just a quick bite.
Unaware of the vampire watching her Cordelia Chase was more than annoyed thanks to her argument with 'her' boyfriend over his worship for one certain slayer! She was well aware of his drooling or longing looks towards Buffy and has tendency to babble on about her but now she was in the hospital he was going overboard and overdrive on his devotion for her! I mean why did he have to be protective of her, she is the slayer after all wasn't it her job to be protective of them?! Always chasing after his Buffy! His idol! His crush and his hero! God he was pathetic! Doesn't play sports! Doesn't do well at school! Is socially lower than the school janitor! God, she really could pick them!
She didn't like the fact since Angel had gone bad that Xander seemed to want to patrol with her all the time. Next to nothing would be Cordelia's preferred choice but alas her boyfriend had on taken his almost customary place outside Buffy's door. She half rolled her eyes at the idea of Xander doing the same for her. Yeah right! Only if he had Buffy's permission to do so no doubt. Fed up of the club as Harmory and her previous friends were still acting like she was the scourge of the Earth and sulking about a boy wasn't her style Cordelia finished her drink and made her way out unaware she now had William the Bloody following her. He kept back as she made her way exiting the club and passing the bouncers outside. Once they were far enough away he moved quickly jumping out in front of her for dramatic effect.
"Spike!" she gulped and jumped away from where he stood in fear for her life. Oh god! Her life couldn't really get much worse! Dating Xander Harris and now being killed by Spike! Cordelia knew his intentions with only a glance. Her slow retreat had already put some distance between them, but it wasn't nearly enough. Panicking, she ran. Spike grimaced as he felt the pain in his legs flare up but gave chase to the brunette. It would seem bruised legs could still beat high heels as he caught her and pushed her out of sight into an alley, slamming her against a wall. Cordelia cursed her stupidity as she had ran away from the public and the people there instead choosing the direction where her car was. Now in some darkened alley she could heard the Bronze but knew she would have her throat slashed if she screamed by this monster. Who didn't move merely stare at her as he had her pinned against a wall. She couldn't help but frown as he just continue to stare at her. "Well?" she challenged. "Aren't you going to rip my throat out?"
Spike couldn't help but grin he had heard that this girl was blunt. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" He said while smiling at her. "And then your friend Buffy would come running in just in the nick of time, you'd be safe, and I'd probably be dust. No thanks, love." He subsided back into silence, watching her watching him; watching her breasts heave; the gentle stirring of long tendrils of hair that had escaped her hairpins, the beauty mark on her face.
So, he didn't know that Buffy was out of commission? That was good could use it to her advantage Cordelia thought as she struggled against him, but his grip was far too strong. "The gang are just inside!" She lied desperate to get away from him. "I'm getting the car ready you better run along before Buffy sees you," she ordered causing Spike to smile. He sniffed her again and smiled at her unmistakable scent of fear that was accompanied by… arousal. So, the little cheerleader had a kink for the undead this might make the night interesting. He leered at her licking his lips in anticipation as his mind took a little trip imagining just how flexible she could be. Dressed in a body-hugging red dress and stiletto heels, Cordelia's curves called for his attention.
"Save the lies and false promises till the Homecoming campaign cheerleader! I know that the slayer and her little band are not inside already," Spike smirked at her. "You are all alone with me and you know what you are tonight? A succulent vamp meal. You afraid?" he taunted expecting her to scream and beg. Testing to see if she would turn into a begging mess. But instead, Cordelia thrust her shoulders back, held her head so that her cute little nose stuck in the air and her breasts just stood out begging for his hands to map out their curves.
"Afraid of you? Pfft! Cordelia Chase is afraid of no one." Cordelia fired back. Well, if she was going to go down, she was going to go down fighting. She really should be. All alone and trapped with one of the most fearsome and brutal vampires in history but still she was oddly calm and dare she admit excited. She would never admit this to anyone, but she always had a weakness for vampires, always had a thrill for when Angel was in the room and always wondered what it might be like if she was to be with a vampire. Oh no! Now was not the time to be thinking about that! "Particularly vampires who I have seen beaten to bruised to a bloody pulp!" Cordelia fired back keen to focus on the matter at hand.
Despite the dig Spike couldn't help but smile. "Prove it." He taunted keen to see what she might fire back with.
Desire. Want. Hunger. It was insane, illogical. This demon could kill her at anytime or any moment. But still as irrational as it was, Cordelia wanted to taste him, to touch her lips to his and get lost in his kiss and these insane cravings for more. More of everything. She needed it. No one would understand. They would believe her to either be deranged or, worse, corrupted. She didn't know to do or how to act right now her mind racing at all the ideas and possibilities. Whatever caustic remark Cordelia intended to use to lay waste to him Spike abruptly silenced by taking her mouth with his own. They clashed furiously battling each other with lips, teeth, and tongues. Spike could taste his blood in her mouth revving him up another notch. The urge to bite burned within him, but he channelled it into his kisses until her mouth sought his just as desperately. Dru hadn't touched him in months first unable to due to her frail and weak condition and now lately due to his. Lust and desire took over inside and ever the slave to them he let them take over without putting up a fight.
They felt the world come unglued as pure erotic need swept over them, unable to suppress this bold passion any longer. Only the need to breathe forced her to break away from Spike's shockingly passionate kisses. Responding to him that way was wrong, so wrong. Traitorous boobs. Cordelia could not stop her automatic reaction to the sensual timber of Spike's voice nor the words that heightened her arousal. Supposing it wouldn't fit with her argument to crush her breasts against the hard muscles of his chest and just rub against him, she shifted against the brick wall.
Cordelia bit back a protest quelling it only because Spike's mouth had moved down to the pulse of her throat. Soft smooches with his flicking tongue stimulated the smooth flesh along with his teeth barely grazing her skin, feeling her shiver. Cordelia's eyes half-closed from the eroticism of his touch, with that delicious hint of danger. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized she had a vampire at her throat, but felt no fear. The rousing sensations travelled straight to her loins. He bent his head and pressed his open mouth against her throat.
Yes, he turned her on. He was hot. She had always known that, but this was too much. Her body was buzzing, panties getting damp. Her eyes were so heavy-lidded it would be simple just to close them and imagine herself back home in bed where she could do something about the throbbing ache between her thighs. Moaning as he sucked on her pulse maybe she would have to do something about it here and now.
Now wanting to touch her more intimately Spike's shark grin only got wider as he pushed up her skirt to reveal her toned legs. He then moved just enough to allow room for his hands to explore. For the first minute as the bleached blond vampire's hands wandered from the plump curves of her breasts down to her supple thighs, Cordelia said nothing in favour of focusing on the way he was making her feel. Then his fingers teased the elastic edges of her panties though his eyes never left hers. Spike's blue eyes let his knuckles brush across her covered mound eliciting a shudder and another throaty cry.
A tug plus a rip and there go her panties. Spike's ice blue eyes never left hers as he positioned himself to line up to her welcoming lips. "Do it," a growled command from the Queen C was more than he needed. He stared in her eyes and pressed his cock to her pussy lips. He pushes inside her and is almost undone by the way her slick cunny stretches and grapples with his cock as she takes him all the way in with a satisfied moan. Spike gasped and almost came right then and there. She was so tight, so warm. It had been a long time since he'd been inside anyone warm. A long time since his cock had known anything but the ice-cream sweetness of his black princess's quim. He pulls back until only the tip of him is in her, he trembles on the brink, then eased back inside again. Oh Fuck, it felt good. Being inside her, soaked and sunk in the scent and taste and feel of her. If he had a soul, he'd gladly sell it for this.
Growling Spike plunged into her hard, and Cordelia gasped wonderfully at the action. She wrapped her other leg around his backside, locking her legs together and keeping him close. He increased the tempo, and soon they were rutting together against the wall of the alley with sounds of the Bronze not far away in the distance. She jack-knifed him with her strong legs, pushing him harder into snug inner walls. She began to moan again, her eyes shut, and bit her lower lip hard to try and stifle the sound.
He felt her trembling heard his name whispered like a prayer just before she clenched hard around him arching her neck eyes shut tight. She comes hard, a wave of pleasure hitting her, engulfing her all around as she gives into and savours the feeling. He feels her tighten all around him while he is still working towards his own release; he's not got far to go, excitement sending flashes across his vision, can't remember anything as sweet as being surrounded by the wet warmth of her, feeling her blood pounding all around him, just the other side of her skin, making him feel like, yeah just like that and oh God! It was all too much for William the bloody and he came painfully. He felt his cock burst time after time, filling her. Sweet, sweet heaven with every lasting surge of his essence he ejaculated so deeply inside her.
The pair stared in each other's eyes recovering from their orgasms in Cordelia's case breathing deeply. Nothing is said, no questions, no words of outrage or shock they just stare almost accepting an unspoken understanding has emerged between them. This stalemate would have continued had it not been the sound of voices coming near. They quickly move untangling from each other pushing clothes down or back in place. Cordelia glances at the sound of the noises and sees some party goers walking past unaware of her. She glances back at Spike, but he is gone. One second, he was there and the next disappeared.
Disappeared into the night again.
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Back at the hospital Xander is sitting on a chair, waiting out his self- imposed sentry duty. He nearly nods off but jerks his head back up. A bag of Krispy Kreme doughnuts plops down onto it, and he looks up startled as Cordelia walks in front of it and sets down a tray with two cups of coffee. Xander looks up at her as she sits down. She looks back at him, then turns her attention to a copy of Cosmopolitan that she brought with her. She chews her lip a little hoping he won't ask what has brought this on and is relived when he merely reaches for one of the coffees. After giving her another look which she ignores he takes the bag of doughnuts also. Sensing him opening the bag Cordelia lets out a small sigh. Her guilt over what had happened with Spike and her had caused her to give in and go out on a coffee run for her boyfriend against her Queen C status. She knew she should be warning the group that Spike is capable of walking and therefore healing well but instead she keeps it to herself as it would only lead to further questions.
She tried to focus on the article in front of her and not of that undead hunk she got it on with in an alleyway, but it was a losing battle. She always had a soft spot for Angel even when she found out about being a vampire. The thrill, the danger, the supernatural side of vampires all gave her a little a trickle of warmth between her legs. Angel was off limits being Buffy's one true love and the rest of the vampire population seemed to just see her as their next meal but still there was some kind of fasciation about them and their kind. She had told herself that she was sick or wrong in the head, 'next week on Jerry Springer: I want to bang an undead monster!' would be the headlines. But now she had just engaged in an act with one it was all that she could think about. God she was going to hell for this she thought as Xander finished his doughnut and started munching on his second.
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Tossing and turning with the sheets tangling around and between her twisting, frustrated body, the seventeen-year-old Cordelia dreamed on. She fantasized. She was with Spike – sleeping with him, making love to him, fucking him, really, she couldn't be sure how to describe their actions. Waking up and checking her alarm clock she knocked it off the side table for its betrayal. It was only an hour since she last checked it and still the night of the early morning was covering her. Getting up to get some water from her ensuite she felt like she was losing her mind. It seemed that now she had a taste of Spike he was addictive to her, and she craved more.
Outside her home stood the vampire in question. Hunger had driven him out not the need to get away from Angelus's taunts and not the kind of hunger that involved blood. It was worse than the usual desire or thirst. That he could manage; that he could handle, tame, satisfy. No, what he wanted, what he lusted after a mere mortal no less was concerned was a totally, completely different matter, and it infuriated him. Being human, she was just a victim he was supposed to drain her and leave her corpse in a bush.
He wonders around the expensive home following her scent, unique and utterly addicting, permeated the air, an aphrodisiac to his already charmed state of arousal, cloaking him, mesmerizing him, drawing him step by step closer to where her bedroom was. Smiling at the sight of a balcony he begins to scale the wall appreciating that his strength is returning. If he wants to rule again and take down that cocky bastard Angelus, he will need all of it for now though he has other ideas. Moving over the small wall he slowly makes his way to the glass door leading to her bedroom. He cannot enter as he has no invitation but that doesn't mean he can't peak inside. He is rewarded by the sight of Cordelia returning to her bedroom from her ensuite. She looks frazzled and distracted. Guess he left a lasting impression he smirked to himself.
Always a bold one Spike simply knocked on the glass door causing Cordelia to freeze in her tracks. Part of her didn't want to turn around for fear of who she might see but she knew who it would be at this late hour. Sure, enough there is the vampire that had been haunting her dreams all cool and confident outside on her balcony. Against her better judgement she moved towards the door causing Spike to feel strangely proud of the way Cordelia had not fled the room in terror.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Cordelia snarled at him.
"Hello to you too love," Spike grinned back at her fuming face. "Miss me? You didn't call and didn't write almost broke my heart!"
"Oh, shut up!" Cordelia said tiredly not in the mood for games. "Look I'm just going to say this once! It didn't happen!"
"How about nonce!" Spike replied while he admires her choice of bedwear as she stands before him in a satin pale blue pyjama set with the long sleeves, button-up top and roomy, full-length pants. He couldn't help but notice she has just a couple of buttons undone no doubt to draw a honey's attention whenever she wanted it. As if she ever had to work for it. "Didn't think you would be telling your friends about our encounter."
Cordelia gritted her teeth. "Look I won't tell them that you are walking around, and you don't tell anyone… about earlier, are we clear?"
Spike pretended to think it over making a big show of it which only cause Cordelia to become more frustrated. God if he wasn't so good looking, he would be insufferable! "We got a deal princess," Spike finally said before adding. "And since we are making deals and keeping secrets how about we add a few more to the list." He said wagging his eyebrows.
Cordelia's eyes went up at the idea of it. Her brain instantly betrayed her creating images of them being together. She imagined straddling his muscled torso and kissing that wide mouth. Imagined feeling his arms around her his cool hands on her heated skin... "You're a vampire," Cordy said swallowed hard.
"It's a fact that won't change," he reminded her needlessly. "It doesn't stop your body from reacting to mine without a shred of the fear you pretend still exists. I see the flush of your sun-kissed skin. The way your breasts swell begging for the touch of my hands and the way your nipples perk up for attention. Your body recognizes its desires wanting my hands and mouth giving you pleasure." He smiled at her and gestured at her. "Take a look at yourself." Biting at her lip, Cordelia did as instructed already knowing what she would find. Her swollen breasts ached with need; their turgid tips pointed up against the silk of her pyjamas. She tingled everywhere except her sex where the sensations were deep and empty and aching with the need to be filled.
Daring her to answer, "Tell me you wouldn't be tempted to let me touch you everywhere?"
Cordelia was tempted right now. More than a little tempted "Yes."
He was sniffing her and has that look in his eye, all animal and wild. She should be screaming, should be afraid of her life but instead she felt… good. Wanted, desired, and needed. She liked that feeling. The pair eyed each other hungrily before Cordelia seemed to come to the decision and broke the stalemate by saying what he wanted to hear. "Come in Spike," as she began to unbutton her top. Spike grinned his trademark amoral smirk as he stepped into the bedroom while he shrugged off his own clothes starting with his heavy leather jacket. Soon they were both naked and their eyes taking in the wonders of each other as they slowly moved towards each other. She shivered when she noticed that his bare, perfect chest was unmoving, but still found herself fascinated by the monochrome display, of white, white, skin, and deep shadow. Spike himself felt his mouth watering, the girl was all curves and luscious beauty. Standing inches before each other he couldn't wait anymore as he pulled her into his arms kissing the girl hard.
He tasted different, tantalizing and addictive. Spicy and sweet like cinnamon and sugar wrapped up in cold creamy pale skin. She couldn't get enough of him as she responded to his caresses and lips. Taking advantage of the fact that he didn't have to breathe, he'd left her breathless and panting for air while his mouth moved on to other fun locations. His hands were wandering all over Cordelia's curvaceous frame, one tangled in her hair and the other dipping low to palm the cheek of her ass.
Cordelia's eyes held a wicked glint and a naughty grin appeared as she moved ever so slightly away from him and laid down on her bed. He followed her his mood eager and eyes only for her as she spread her legs. He veered to the right and closed his lips over her nipple. He sucked and bit at the taut flesh while she arched beneath him and to press him closer. She gripped his hard cock as he moved to cover her body with his own. Her fingers wrapped around him snuggly as she explored his cold, hard length, terrifying but all hers. He slid inside her, and they both moaned. Laying back running her hands over his body, feeling the muscles their quiet strength, she gave into the degree of pleasure she was feeling once again. Growling lost in the heat of her body as he began to thrust inside her Spike felt good. Better than he had in weeks.