"You know, it's getting late."
"Mmm…. yeah."
"And you have to sleep."
"I do? Who says?"
"I do."
"You promised."
"Your sister is right there."
"Yeah…but we can go upstairs."
Spike grinned. "We could, couldn't we? Forgot about that."
Buffy made hearts on his chest with her fingers. "You forgot we had an upstairs."
"Yeah."
She kissed his chin. "You're so cute when you're nervous."
"I am not."
"Oh, no?"
"No."
"If you aren't nervous then why won't you look at me?"
He looked down at her, but his eyes studied her forehead. "I am."
"My eyes, baby. Remember what color they are?"
"Blue. Dark..dark blue."
"Mmm…yeah. Not like your light ones."
"I have dark blue eyes."
"Sometimes, yeah. But not when you look at me."
He smiled, this time looking her in the eyes. "Let's go upstairs."
She feigned innocence. "And leave Dawnie all alone?"
Spike licked his lips. "She's a big girl, she can sleep alone."
"So can I."
"No, you can't."
"Yes, I can."
"You're teasing me."
"Like it?"
She glanced his way, running her eyes up and down his length. Then she licked her lips.
"Bloody hell Buffy, don't look at me like that."
She put one of her hands underneath is shirt and settled it against his chest. "Like what?"
"Like you're hungry….like you actually…"
"Want you?"
"I…ohhh…don't…."
"Why….I want to."
She sounded so innocent, so goddamned curious that he wanted to shake her and remind her what she was getting herself into. But this was just so perfect, she was so…perfect, he couldn't deny her.
"Buffy I…"
"Shh…let's go upstairs."
"Okay…Buffy I…"
She smiled. "Shh…c'mon."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairs. She was practically dragging him up the stairs and then she stopped. "I'm not going to force you."
He sighed. "Buffy I…"
She pulled off her shirt, and then unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Spike stared, his eyes widening. She watched his face change and heard his low growl. "Spike…coming?"
"Hell yes."
She giggled, running up the stairs. He practically flew up to catch her, his hands trapping her from behind and turning her towards him so they were facing each other. "Spike."
"I love you."
"I know."
"Tell me you love me."
"I…"
He kissed her, cutting her off before she could say she didn't. He led her backwards into her bedroom and kicked the door shut.
They fell back on the bed, grabbing at each other's clothes. He got her nude before she could get off his jeans, and just stared at her.
"Spike…you're making me blush."
"Well…I have a right. You're mine now."
"Yes. I am."
He growled, kissing her roughly and she fought for dominance, flipping him over onto his back.
"Slayer…" he growled, trying to throw her off him.
She straddled him, smiling wanly. Her fingers played across his chest, and he sucked in an unneeded breath. "Spike…how old are you?"
"Why…are you asking me this…now?"
"Because."
"I'll be two hundred in another twenty years or so."
She smiled, leaning down and running her tongue across his left nipple. He growled, grabbing the back of her head and crushing their mouths together. "Don't…go easy on me. Okay?" she whispered, biting his cheek a little.
He grinned. "Okay."
He flipped her over and she laughed. She watched him try to dispose of his jeans and stay on top of her at the same time for a minute or so, and then he stood up and got himself out of them. The jeans lay crumpled in a ball on the floor and she realized she loved the way they looked there.
"Now?"
"Well…I…."
He tackled her, laughing all the while.
"Will we always have this much fun in bed?" she asked, grinning.
The power of that question caused Spike to harden in response. Her eyes widened. "I guess so."
He bit at her throat, not deep enough to hurt him but small nips all around her scar. She moaned, leaning in to his mouth. He licked her ear and she sighed. "Buffy…"
"Please…"
"I…"
"No..waiting…please…"
He kissed her softly, his tongue and hers gently prodding enough to cause moans from both of them.
When she was sure she was about to up and die, he entered her, slowly at first and then faster and faster until both of them collapsed in exhaustion. The sweat from her body made his warmer, and Spike treasured the feeling. There were tears on his face when he looked at her.
She flipped him over, gently kissing the wetness away. Spike started to cry again and she whispered, "I think I could fall in love with you Spike."
That was enough to keep him sane. For now at least.
He wanted to kill him. He wanted him writhing in agony before he put the stakes in.
For the first time in a long time Angel contemplated torture.
What would be the worst torture?
He sat back on the dusty bed in the mansion, thinking.
"Buffy."
Buffy. That was it. He would use her to torture Spike. Tell Spike how she felt underneath him, how much she loved him, how much…
Angel smiled. "She's mine."
She was his. There was no way Spike would get to her like he had. No one else had loved her as much as he did, she hadn't opened herself up to anyone like she'd opened up for him.
He was the one.
She'd see that.
That thought along kept him driving, but something else entirely kept him smiling.
"I'm gonna kill him."
Dawn woke up on the living room couch, stretching and groaning. She sighed, standing up.
She must've fallen asleep early last night.
That must've been it.
She started to walk up the stairs, and saw her sister's shirt lying on the stairs. A grin crossed over her face. She walked a little higher and saw a black lace bra lying forgotten on the floor.
Well, obviously someone had fun last night.
She sighed, thinking.
Her sister was in love. Any fool could see that.
If only Buffy could, then they'd all be happy.
"Mmm…. yeah."
"And you have to sleep."
"I do? Who says?"
"I do."
"You promised."
"Your sister is right there."
"Yeah…but we can go upstairs."
Spike grinned. "We could, couldn't we? Forgot about that."
Buffy made hearts on his chest with her fingers. "You forgot we had an upstairs."
"Yeah."
She kissed his chin. "You're so cute when you're nervous."
"I am not."
"Oh, no?"
"No."
"If you aren't nervous then why won't you look at me?"
He looked down at her, but his eyes studied her forehead. "I am."
"My eyes, baby. Remember what color they are?"
"Blue. Dark..dark blue."
"Mmm…yeah. Not like your light ones."
"I have dark blue eyes."
"Sometimes, yeah. But not when you look at me."
He smiled, this time looking her in the eyes. "Let's go upstairs."
She feigned innocence. "And leave Dawnie all alone?"
Spike licked his lips. "She's a big girl, she can sleep alone."
"So can I."
"No, you can't."
"Yes, I can."
"You're teasing me."
"Like it?"
She glanced his way, running her eyes up and down his length. Then she licked her lips.
"Bloody hell Buffy, don't look at me like that."
She put one of her hands underneath is shirt and settled it against his chest. "Like what?"
"Like you're hungry….like you actually…"
"Want you?"
"I…ohhh…don't…."
"Why….I want to."
She sounded so innocent, so goddamned curious that he wanted to shake her and remind her what she was getting herself into. But this was just so perfect, she was so…perfect, he couldn't deny her.
"Buffy I…"
"Shh…let's go upstairs."
"Okay…Buffy I…"
She smiled. "Shh…c'mon."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairs. She was practically dragging him up the stairs and then she stopped. "I'm not going to force you."
He sighed. "Buffy I…"
She pulled off her shirt, and then unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Spike stared, his eyes widening. She watched his face change and heard his low growl. "Spike…coming?"
"Hell yes."
She giggled, running up the stairs. He practically flew up to catch her, his hands trapping her from behind and turning her towards him so they were facing each other. "Spike."
"I love you."
"I know."
"Tell me you love me."
"I…"
He kissed her, cutting her off before she could say she didn't. He led her backwards into her bedroom and kicked the door shut.
They fell back on the bed, grabbing at each other's clothes. He got her nude before she could get off his jeans, and just stared at her.
"Spike…you're making me blush."
"Well…I have a right. You're mine now."
"Yes. I am."
He growled, kissing her roughly and she fought for dominance, flipping him over onto his back.
"Slayer…" he growled, trying to throw her off him.
She straddled him, smiling wanly. Her fingers played across his chest, and he sucked in an unneeded breath. "Spike…how old are you?"
"Why…are you asking me this…now?"
"Because."
"I'll be two hundred in another twenty years or so."
She smiled, leaning down and running her tongue across his left nipple. He growled, grabbing the back of her head and crushing their mouths together. "Don't…go easy on me. Okay?" she whispered, biting his cheek a little.
He grinned. "Okay."
He flipped her over and she laughed. She watched him try to dispose of his jeans and stay on top of her at the same time for a minute or so, and then he stood up and got himself out of them. The jeans lay crumpled in a ball on the floor and she realized she loved the way they looked there.
"Now?"
"Well…I…."
He tackled her, laughing all the while.
"Will we always have this much fun in bed?" she asked, grinning.
The power of that question caused Spike to harden in response. Her eyes widened. "I guess so."
He bit at her throat, not deep enough to hurt him but small nips all around her scar. She moaned, leaning in to his mouth. He licked her ear and she sighed. "Buffy…"
"Please…"
"I…"
"No..waiting…please…"
He kissed her softly, his tongue and hers gently prodding enough to cause moans from both of them.
When she was sure she was about to up and die, he entered her, slowly at first and then faster and faster until both of them collapsed in exhaustion. The sweat from her body made his warmer, and Spike treasured the feeling. There were tears on his face when he looked at her.
She flipped him over, gently kissing the wetness away. Spike started to cry again and she whispered, "I think I could fall in love with you Spike."
That was enough to keep him sane. For now at least.
He wanted to kill him. He wanted him writhing in agony before he put the stakes in.
For the first time in a long time Angel contemplated torture.
What would be the worst torture?
He sat back on the dusty bed in the mansion, thinking.
"Buffy."
Buffy. That was it. He would use her to torture Spike. Tell Spike how she felt underneath him, how much she loved him, how much…
Angel smiled. "She's mine."
She was his. There was no way Spike would get to her like he had. No one else had loved her as much as he did, she hadn't opened herself up to anyone like she'd opened up for him.
He was the one.
She'd see that.
That thought along kept him driving, but something else entirely kept him smiling.
"I'm gonna kill him."
Dawn woke up on the living room couch, stretching and groaning. She sighed, standing up.
She must've fallen asleep early last night.
That must've been it.
She started to walk up the stairs, and saw her sister's shirt lying on the stairs. A grin crossed over her face. She walked a little higher and saw a black lace bra lying forgotten on the floor.
Well, obviously someone had fun last night.
She sighed, thinking.
Her sister was in love. Any fool could see that.
If only Buffy could, then they'd all be happy.