Author: Bitten And Staked
Title: Birthday Suit - Chapter Seven - Bruised for life.
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Summary: Spike gives Buffy her last request and leaves her while he still has the power, but it seems Buffy won't be easily dissuaded tonight.
Timeline: Season 4. It's Buffy's 19th birthday and the party's at her house [while the cats away little Buffy will play] and even Spike's invited. Two bottles of whisky and some sexy party games later and Buffy has a different view on Spike.
Series: Part 7 of 7
Pairing: Buffy and Spike. Spikes POV.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: everyone else owns Buffy and all associated with her.
Feedback: always welcome so email me - webmaster@talesoftheslayer.com
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Raising myself up slightly I run my hand gently down her hair and around the back of her neck, the little crosses of the choker burn me slightly but it's worth it. Pulling her mouth slowly towards me I can taste her cherry lip-gloss as her lips press upon mine. Her soft fingers caress the sides of my head and intertwine with my hair as she hungrily runs her tongue along my bottom lip, tugging me closer she parts her knees slightly. I feel my knees weaken as I find myself between her legs. Her kisses are becoming more urgent and she plunders my mouth with her tongue, pushing aside all doubts that I had. Firmly I suck on her bottom lip then slip my tongue into her mouth, battling with hers for dominance. I have to be in control, something inside me flares up and I need to have the power over her. I fervently kiss her until her moans slightly into my mouth. Opening my eyes I pull back slightly and see her green orbs full of passion as she narrows them on me.
She grabs my shirt and pulls my mouth back to hers but she isn't fighting me anymore, she wants to be dominated, for once she doesn't want to be in control. I let my hands snake around her waist and pull her to me, smashing my mouth against hers I bruise her lips in a kiss that she'll remember. Nipping at them with my blunt teeth I still manage to draw a trace of blood and it drives us both on. I run my tongue across her teeth and along the roof of her mouth and as I do so she moans again and presses her fingers into my shoulders firmly.
My fingers grasp her waist tightly and I pause for a second to wonder if she bruises easily, will she wake up tomorrow with a reminder of tonight? I slow the kisses down and softly brush my lips against hers as our mouths part. She's breathing heavily and I can hear her heartbeat smashing against her chest.
Raising myself to my feet I quietly put my shirt back on and slip into my duster. Buffy keeps her eyes closed the entire time and I think that we'll both remember this for a lot longer than we want to. I stroke her hair gently and she looks up at me, crimson stains her lips and I kiss her softly savouring a final taste of her blood along with the taste of her mouth.
"Maybe another time Slayer." I walk to the door and unbolt it, looking back at her for a moment I almost feel like kneeling back down in front of her and staying by her until she tells me to leave.
I realise from the look in her eyes as I turn back towards the door that I still have the power so I find the strength to walk out the door and close it behind me. Heading home I take a deep breath, it's cold tonight and the air has started to smell like snow. It reminds me of England again, a time when I wasn't the Slayers bitch, when I was the man and the vampire.
On entering my crypt I slouch into the armchair and pick up a fresh bottle of whisky. Closing my eyes and taking a long drink from the bottle I start to run through the kisses in my head. It makes my stomach warm and I can see Buffy in her underwear, looking all innocent and coy. I must be deep in thought because I swear that I can smell her scent and can feel the steady pounding of her heart echoing throughout my body. A smile spreads across my lips.
"Spike." I hear her voice small and trembling nearby and when I open my eyes I see Buffy standing there in her underwear with her coat covered in tiny white flecks of snow.
"Must be magic." My smile turns into a grin as I see that the embarrassed girl who stood before me earlier this evening is nowhere to be seen. In front of me is the Slayer Buffy, strong and confident even when practically stark bollock naked.
"If I'm going to be coming here often you need heating mister." She places her hands on her hips for emphasis and I grab her tight as I tackle her up into my arms.
"If you come here often I can guarantee that heating the place won't be a problem."
With that I crush my mouth upon hers in a kiss that will leave a mark on us both, always.
~*~ End ~*~