The
Morning After
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Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters duh! And don't claim too.
Time- Takes place just after "Smashed" and the after "Wrecked" So big spoilers if you haven't seen them yet.
Authors note- This is the beginning of one of my new Buffy/Spike stories, they're my new favorite couple.
Summery- Buffy tries to deal with Spike, while at the same time other factors become an issue for her and her friend's safety.
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Ripples
Buffy's eyes didn't change; neither did the look on her face, but the stake she held her hand was suddenly thrown aside.
Spike looked at her; he knew she couldn't do it. Buffy's fist suddenly swung at him, but he was quick enough to catch it. She tried with her free hand but he caught that as well. Pulling her hands down he spun her around and pushed her against the wall.
She looked away from him as he ran a hand down her face. Spike watched her, wanting to comfort her, best he could. Leaning down he placed a soft kiss on her lips. About to pull away he was forced back into the kiss as Buffy retuned his gesture and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Although he still held her hands above her head he did not force this upon her.
Slowly his hands loosened and he felt her wrap her arms around him. He pushed her against the wall, his body holding her there. Buffy's hands slipped under his jacket and she tore it off. Spike let her mouth free for just a moment, enough time to let her breath and then continued kissing her. His hands started roaming her body, which she eagerly accepted.
Moments later Buffy started inching towards her bed with Spike in her arms. She wanted him; she needed him more than she could admit even to herself. Spike took the hint and lifted her gently into the air and laid her across her bed. Moving away from her mouth he trailed kisses down her neck and nibbled seductively. He could hear her moan in pleasure. He continued kisses down her body while his hands roamed under her shirt. Unclasping her bra, he moved to remove her shirt. Buffy didn't argue, she invited it. Of course she wasn't planning on being the only one who was half naked here either. She lifted his shirt up slightly and kissed the exposed skin. She moved her hands up his chest before aiding him in the removal of his shirt.
Buffy loved the feel of his cool skin against her warm body, it was intoxicating. Not a word was spoken as each of them slowly disposed of all clothing, leaving their two bodies entangled in one another.
Spike was being driven by an overwhelming hunger which he soon realized was not only passion, lust, or even love. His hunger was his hunger for blood. It ached inside him as he touched her. No blood had entered his system all day or night. He needed it and the touch of Buffy's hand against him was driving this hunger to the surface. He struggled to control the beast within himself as kissed her roughly. Hearing the blood pumping through her veins was too much. He entered her slowly and felt her gasp between kisses. Her hands slid up and down his back, as he made love to her. The way she touched him, it was like fire, a fire that couldn't be extinguished. She burned against him. And he loved it. He loved every second of it, and he loved her.
He could feel her beginning to climax and he himself was about to as well. In one moment everything came crashing down, all his fears and doubts were washed away. In that moment she felt the same. Everything was right in the world. Nothing mattered as long as she was in his arms.
At this point he couldn't control himself any longer. He'd been pushed too far. Kissing her neck he nibbled again. He spoke into her ear, "Buffy…" he warned her, but it was too late. At that moment his fangs blared and he sunk his teeth into her flesh once more. Spike heard her gasp and could feel her heart speed up. She hadn't been expecting that, she had wanted it so much before but now…things were different. Spike tasted her warmth as the blood rushed into his mouth. He wanted her, wanted all of her. "Spike…" he heard his beloved call out to him. She was weak, too weak to make him stop. She was helpless in his arms, defenseless, and at his mercy. If he couldn't find the strength of will to stop himself then she would die.
Thump thump, he could here and feel her heart rhythm changing. This wasn't like last time. Last time he pulled away the second he sensed any distress but now that distress seemed to make him want more. He loved it. No he loved her. He loved Buffy. He was killing her. No! He wouldn't let that happen he couldn't. The hunger was so strong; it took every essence of his being to enable him to pull away from her. When he finally was able to do this, Spike bolted upright and put as much distance as possible between himself and Buffy. At least that's what he at first. He'd heard her whimper when he'd finally let her go. Now he sat at the edge of the bed, he stared over at her limp body, lying on her bed sheets. If his heart could beat, it would have just stopped. He struggled to find words, and took in a deep breath that he didn't need.
"Buffy…?" he said quietly.
There was no response. He listened carefully; her heart still beat, weakly. Spike moved close to her. He hesitated but then touched her, removing a piece of her hair that hung on top of her face, he spoke again.
"Buffy...?" still nothing.
He choked back tears.
"Buffy…luv, please answer me, please, say something. Anything."
A few tears fell down Spikes face and fell onto her.
Slowly her eyes opened. She could barely register what had happened. Then she remembered, she and Spike had made love, and then he had bitten her. Why didn't he stop sooner? How long had she been out for? And she still felt so unbearably weak. Buffy breathed in deeply and looked up at him. His eyes were so hurt, he was furious with himself and she could tell. She tried to lift her hand to him, but found she could not move. She breathed in again,
"Spike…hospital,…blood…please hurry." He didn't know what to do except listen to her.
He grabbed his pants and put them on and threw on his shirt. He then wrapped her sheets around her and picked her up. Cradling her in his arms, he moved to the door. It opened suddenly and dawn stood in the doorway. A horrified look spread across her face. Her eyes went from Buffy to Spike and then back to Buffy.
" I…I thought I… what happened to her?"
a guilty look was all over Spike's face. Dawn couldn't read him though, but instead she glanced at Buffy's neck… she couldn't speak…Spike had done this to Buffy? She didn't understand. Spike moved to pass her, but Dawn wouldn't let him.
"Dawn listen…I, I don't have time to explain this right now. You gonna have to trust me Nibblet, right now I need to get her to the hospital alright?"
Dawn nodded.
"I'm coming with you."
Spike didn't have time to argue,
"Alright come on." He said and raced down the stairs to the front door, with Dawn close behind.
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Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters duh! And don't claim too.
Time- Takes place just after "Smashed" and the after "Wrecked" So big spoilers if you haven't seen them yet.
Authors note- This is the beginning of one of my new Buffy/Spike stories, they're my new favorite couple.
Summery- Buffy tries to deal with Spike, while at the same time other factors become an issue for her and her friend's safety.
____________________________________________________________________________ __________
Ripples
Buffy's eyes didn't change; neither did the look on her face, but the stake she held her hand was suddenly thrown aside.
Spike looked at her; he knew she couldn't do it. Buffy's fist suddenly swung at him, but he was quick enough to catch it. She tried with her free hand but he caught that as well. Pulling her hands down he spun her around and pushed her against the wall.
She looked away from him as he ran a hand down her face. Spike watched her, wanting to comfort her, best he could. Leaning down he placed a soft kiss on her lips. About to pull away he was forced back into the kiss as Buffy retuned his gesture and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Although he still held her hands above her head he did not force this upon her.
Slowly his hands loosened and he felt her wrap her arms around him. He pushed her against the wall, his body holding her there. Buffy's hands slipped under his jacket and she tore it off. Spike let her mouth free for just a moment, enough time to let her breath and then continued kissing her. His hands started roaming her body, which she eagerly accepted.
Moments later Buffy started inching towards her bed with Spike in her arms. She wanted him; she needed him more than she could admit even to herself. Spike took the hint and lifted her gently into the air and laid her across her bed. Moving away from her mouth he trailed kisses down her neck and nibbled seductively. He could hear her moan in pleasure. He continued kisses down her body while his hands roamed under her shirt. Unclasping her bra, he moved to remove her shirt. Buffy didn't argue, she invited it. Of course she wasn't planning on being the only one who was half naked here either. She lifted his shirt up slightly and kissed the exposed skin. She moved her hands up his chest before aiding him in the removal of his shirt.
Buffy loved the feel of his cool skin against her warm body, it was intoxicating. Not a word was spoken as each of them slowly disposed of all clothing, leaving their two bodies entangled in one another.
Spike was being driven by an overwhelming hunger which he soon realized was not only passion, lust, or even love. His hunger was his hunger for blood. It ached inside him as he touched her. No blood had entered his system all day or night. He needed it and the touch of Buffy's hand against him was driving this hunger to the surface. He struggled to control the beast within himself as kissed her roughly. Hearing the blood pumping through her veins was too much. He entered her slowly and felt her gasp between kisses. Her hands slid up and down his back, as he made love to her. The way she touched him, it was like fire, a fire that couldn't be extinguished. She burned against him. And he loved it. He loved every second of it, and he loved her.
He could feel her beginning to climax and he himself was about to as well. In one moment everything came crashing down, all his fears and doubts were washed away. In that moment she felt the same. Everything was right in the world. Nothing mattered as long as she was in his arms.
At this point he couldn't control himself any longer. He'd been pushed too far. Kissing her neck he nibbled again. He spoke into her ear, "Buffy…" he warned her, but it was too late. At that moment his fangs blared and he sunk his teeth into her flesh once more. Spike heard her gasp and could feel her heart speed up. She hadn't been expecting that, she had wanted it so much before but now…things were different. Spike tasted her warmth as the blood rushed into his mouth. He wanted her, wanted all of her. "Spike…" he heard his beloved call out to him. She was weak, too weak to make him stop. She was helpless in his arms, defenseless, and at his mercy. If he couldn't find the strength of will to stop himself then she would die.
Thump thump, he could here and feel her heart rhythm changing. This wasn't like last time. Last time he pulled away the second he sensed any distress but now that distress seemed to make him want more. He loved it. No he loved her. He loved Buffy. He was killing her. No! He wouldn't let that happen he couldn't. The hunger was so strong; it took every essence of his being to enable him to pull away from her. When he finally was able to do this, Spike bolted upright and put as much distance as possible between himself and Buffy. At least that's what he at first. He'd heard her whimper when he'd finally let her go. Now he sat at the edge of the bed, he stared over at her limp body, lying on her bed sheets. If his heart could beat, it would have just stopped. He struggled to find words, and took in a deep breath that he didn't need.
"Buffy…?" he said quietly.
There was no response. He listened carefully; her heart still beat, weakly. Spike moved close to her. He hesitated but then touched her, removing a piece of her hair that hung on top of her face, he spoke again.
"Buffy...?" still nothing.
He choked back tears.
"Buffy…luv, please answer me, please, say something. Anything."
A few tears fell down Spikes face and fell onto her.
Slowly her eyes opened. She could barely register what had happened. Then she remembered, she and Spike had made love, and then he had bitten her. Why didn't he stop sooner? How long had she been out for? And she still felt so unbearably weak. Buffy breathed in deeply and looked up at him. His eyes were so hurt, he was furious with himself and she could tell. She tried to lift her hand to him, but found she could not move. She breathed in again,
"Spike…hospital,…blood…please hurry." He didn't know what to do except listen to her.
He grabbed his pants and put them on and threw on his shirt. He then wrapped her sheets around her and picked her up. Cradling her in his arms, he moved to the door. It opened suddenly and dawn stood in the doorway. A horrified look spread across her face. Her eyes went from Buffy to Spike and then back to Buffy.
" I…I thought I… what happened to her?"
a guilty look was all over Spike's face. Dawn couldn't read him though, but instead she glanced at Buffy's neck… she couldn't speak…Spike had done this to Buffy? She didn't understand. Spike moved to pass her, but Dawn wouldn't let him.
"Dawn listen…I, I don't have time to explain this right now. You gonna have to trust me Nibblet, right now I need to get her to the hospital alright?"
Dawn nodded.
"I'm coming with you."
Spike didn't have time to argue,
"Alright come on." He said and raced down the stairs to the front door, with Dawn close behind.
