Chapter 7 - Comfort
Spike pushed the door of his crypt open with his leg and closed it behind them. He effortlessly descended the stairs with her in his arms.
She was trembling in his arms. She had no more tears left. She was exhausted. She sighed as he gently laid her down on his bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned away from his gaze. She knew he could see into her heart. She knew he could see her pain. A pain for which she could find no words to explain.
He sighed and looked at her. God I love her... he thought to himself as he watched her curl up into a ball and rock back and forth. He wanted to hold her in his arms and make her forget all about her pain. Forget all about being ripped out of heaven and left standing in Hell. But he knew she wouldn't want his comfort. There was no warmth in his arms, no soothing beat of his heart to lull her to sleep. Sodding Wicca and her powers... didn't that bint know, didn't she understand? Power comes with a price, bloody hell, And I have seen the funds being collected over the years. But this time it was different, it was Buffy, his Buffy, and she was paying the price.
She could hear him let out another sigh. She felt his hand lightly tap her shoulders as if to reassure her, remind her that she was safe. She sat up with a jolt as she heard him turning and walking away.
"Where... where are you going...", her voice trailed off.
Oh God... he thought as he could feel her eyes begging him to stay. "I. ..I thought I would let you be..."
She stood up and slowly walked toward him. "Don't", she whispered, "Don't let me be."
As her eyes held his, he felt as if he was in a trance, not wanting to move too quickly for fear it would end and she would push him away...again. Like she always did
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.Her hands found his chest and she slid them slowly up to his shoulders. He stood there, feeling himself begin to tremble. He wanted to grab her in his arms and crush her lips with his. But there was something in her eyes. Something that made him soften . He could see that, just for tonight, she needed his love, not his passion. She needed to cry out his name, not scream it.
She could feel his hands gently cupping her face. She could see the tenderness in his eyes. She could feel his love reaching out to her, making her warm inside. She could see his lips parted and willed them to touch hers. She moaned slightly and pressed her body close to his.
Her warmth was like a current running through his body. In her arms he felt like the most powerful man in the world. His eyes held hers, I love you, Buffy, He thought silently to himself. God, I love you...
She could feel her body tremble as he reached down, picked her up into his strong arms and gently placed her on the bed. She could feel her heart skip a beat as he lowered his head and their lips met, his slowly and gently caressing hers.
He pulled away slightly, wanting to drink in her beauty. Wanting to memorize the vision of her here in his bed, lying next to him, needing him. He could feel her body tense as her eyes questioned his abrupt change.
"Spike...", she whispered as a look of confusion covered her face.
"Sssshhhh, luv..." he breathed in her ear as his lips lightly brushed across her tender flesh.
He groaned as her hands found his shirt, lifted it over his head and tossed it aside. His muscles rippled beneath her hands as she explored his chest. The warmth of her hands exploring his cool skin made him dizzy with want. He had almost forgotten how alive he felt as she touched him, sharing her warmth of her body against his cool flesh..
His hands found the buttons of her blouse. He hesitated for a moment. As their eyes met he could see the urgency in hers. Slowly, one by one, he unbuttoned each button. His eyes glanced at her face after each one, as if waiting to see if she would stop him. He could feel her heart pounding beneath his hands. as he allowed the silky fabric slip from her shoulders, revealing a lacy bra. He slid his hands to her back and unhooked the piece of material and watched as the material dropped away from her body. "You are so beautiful..." he mumbled as his lips found hers.
She reached out and found the zipper of his jeans. He smiled to himself as he remembered the last time her hands were on his zipper. He closed his eyes and gulped . Bloody hell! She is going to drive me crazy... he thought to himself as she slowly unzipped his jeans and began pulling them off. He reached over and pulled them off the rest of the way and flung them across the room.
She moaned as he pulled off her skirt slowly, his eyes locked with hers. His thumbs linked on the side of her panties and she writhed as he slowly pulled them from her hips.
She needed to feel him close to her. She longed to lose herself in his strength, to become one. For all the passion and violence they had shared over the years, the fighting, the dancing, her body was crying out for sweet surrender. To have him consume her, to fill her with the sweetness of his love. She wanted to feel the fire, the fire that lived inside of him. The one that burned her each time he held her close. The one that made her feel alive.
He could sense her need. His body slid on top of hers slowly, deliberately. She had her eyes closed and he could feel her hold her breath in anticipation, her body bracing for his to meet hers. "Buffy...", he whispered against her cheek., "look in my eyes, luv..."
Her eyes flew open. And her gaze met his. "Oh my God...",she moaned. He laced their fingers together as he slowly entered her. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't. She was lost in his eyes as he slowly, gently made love to her. She could feel her body melting against his with every slow thrust. She could see his love for her in his eyes as he moved deep inside her. She could feel something she had never felt before welling up inside her. Starting from a place in her heart, a place she thought she had left behind in heaven. Gone was the emptiness and sorrow. She felt alive and loved. She cried out his name as he cried out hers and she could feel them both spiraling in a pleasure neither one knew existed.