She opened her eyes and blinked at Spike, lying beside her. 'Strange
– we must have been here weeks, yet it's still strange to see the love in
his eyes – stranger still to feel it returned…' She nestled closer to him,
smiling.
"Sleep well, love?"
"Mm, as always." 'Dreaming of you. As always.'
They lay as they always did, curled in each other's arms, dreaming gently. Every morning Buffy would wonder if anything would happen between them. And every morning she was disappointed.
Something told her that this morning would be different. She saw the look in his eyes and caught her breath.
She closed her eyes as his lips brushed hers gently. She kissed him back, wondering how she'd ever lived without him, as his tongue explored her mouth softly. He drew back, looking her in the eyes. She smiled. "Nice wake- up call."
"Mm," he agreed.
"Haven't woken up yet," she teased.
"Oh… I'll have to try again, then, won't I?" he smiled, and kissed her again.
"Have to try harder than that…!"
"Oh, I will, will I?" he teased, rolling on top of her. "How's this, then?" This time, the kiss was long and deep, and his hands stroked over her body.
She raised her hands to him, responding. He pulled away and looked down at her. "Don't stop," she whispered.
"Sure you want this?" he whispered in reply. She nodded.
"Yes. I'm sure. I do want this," she said earnestly.
He kissed her again, winding his arms round her. "Really?"
"Mm."
His touches were soft and gentle, as if he was afraid he'd hurt her, tentative and tender. Every touch was perfectly placed for her pleasure as he explored her body, wanting to know every inch of her intimately. Her own response was equally tentative, but growing more eager, as she also explored him, feeling his muscles under her hands, the smoothness of his skin against her. Both of them felt as if this was somehow new, something they had to find out about together, even though they both knew it shouldn't feel that way.
Each brush of his lips against hers made her feel as though she was drowning, and she wound her fingers in his hair to hold him closer. He started kissing her properly again, tongue exploring her mouth just as his hands were exploring her body. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to feel him against her, to be as close to him as possible. Wanting to feel him inside her.
She looked up at him, breathless and slightly dizzy. "Spike…?"
He gazed down into her eyes. "What, love?"
"I – I love you," she whispered, holding his gaze. "I…"
He kissed her again, feeling her hand winding in his hair, her other hand straying over his body. "I love you, too," he murmured, kissing her neck as she arched into him, trying to maintain contact with him.
"Love you – so much…" She held him closer, loving the feel of the hardness of his body, pressing down against her, pinning her to the bed. "So much…"
"Sh…" He wrapped his arms closer around her, rocking his body gently against hers as he kissed her neck and shoulder. He could feel her body trembling against him as she tried to get as close to him as possible. She whimpered softly as he eased himself inside her. "There, baby… better?" he murmured as she quivered at the feel of him, every move sending darts of love and desire through her. She caught his lips with her own, opening her mouth to his gently insisting tongue.
His movements were slow and gentle, but they only made her want him more. She hadn't realised just how much she'd wanted him – until now. She knew now.
She moaned, hands roaming over him, delighting in the feel of him, his strength and power, and yet his gentleness and tenderness too. 'How can a man be this perfect?' she wondered hazily as he made love to her. She wrapped herself round him as much as she could, so that as much of her as possible was in contact with him as he thrust into her gently.
She shuddered to a climax as he did, whispering his name in bliss as her world spun around her, aware only of the feel of him, his cheek against hers, the sound of his voice in her ear, telling her of his love for her, the soft caresses of his hands, the feel of his strong arms round her, holding her close. In that moment, she knew herself to be truly happy.
She turned her head to kiss him, then lay quietly in his arms, gazing into his eyes. They lay contentedly for a while, before slipping back into sleep, still tangled in each other's arms.
"Sleep well, love?"
"Mm, as always." 'Dreaming of you. As always.'
They lay as they always did, curled in each other's arms, dreaming gently. Every morning Buffy would wonder if anything would happen between them. And every morning she was disappointed.
Something told her that this morning would be different. She saw the look in his eyes and caught her breath.
She closed her eyes as his lips brushed hers gently. She kissed him back, wondering how she'd ever lived without him, as his tongue explored her mouth softly. He drew back, looking her in the eyes. She smiled. "Nice wake- up call."
"Mm," he agreed.
"Haven't woken up yet," she teased.
"Oh… I'll have to try again, then, won't I?" he smiled, and kissed her again.
"Have to try harder than that…!"
"Oh, I will, will I?" he teased, rolling on top of her. "How's this, then?" This time, the kiss was long and deep, and his hands stroked over her body.
She raised her hands to him, responding. He pulled away and looked down at her. "Don't stop," she whispered.
"Sure you want this?" he whispered in reply. She nodded.
"Yes. I'm sure. I do want this," she said earnestly.
He kissed her again, winding his arms round her. "Really?"
"Mm."
His touches were soft and gentle, as if he was afraid he'd hurt her, tentative and tender. Every touch was perfectly placed for her pleasure as he explored her body, wanting to know every inch of her intimately. Her own response was equally tentative, but growing more eager, as she also explored him, feeling his muscles under her hands, the smoothness of his skin against her. Both of them felt as if this was somehow new, something they had to find out about together, even though they both knew it shouldn't feel that way.
Each brush of his lips against hers made her feel as though she was drowning, and she wound her fingers in his hair to hold him closer. He started kissing her properly again, tongue exploring her mouth just as his hands were exploring her body. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to feel him against her, to be as close to him as possible. Wanting to feel him inside her.
She looked up at him, breathless and slightly dizzy. "Spike…?"
He gazed down into her eyes. "What, love?"
"I – I love you," she whispered, holding his gaze. "I…"
He kissed her again, feeling her hand winding in his hair, her other hand straying over his body. "I love you, too," he murmured, kissing her neck as she arched into him, trying to maintain contact with him.
"Love you – so much…" She held him closer, loving the feel of the hardness of his body, pressing down against her, pinning her to the bed. "So much…"
"Sh…" He wrapped his arms closer around her, rocking his body gently against hers as he kissed her neck and shoulder. He could feel her body trembling against him as she tried to get as close to him as possible. She whimpered softly as he eased himself inside her. "There, baby… better?" he murmured as she quivered at the feel of him, every move sending darts of love and desire through her. She caught his lips with her own, opening her mouth to his gently insisting tongue.
His movements were slow and gentle, but they only made her want him more. She hadn't realised just how much she'd wanted him – until now. She knew now.
She moaned, hands roaming over him, delighting in the feel of him, his strength and power, and yet his gentleness and tenderness too. 'How can a man be this perfect?' she wondered hazily as he made love to her. She wrapped herself round him as much as she could, so that as much of her as possible was in contact with him as he thrust into her gently.
She shuddered to a climax as he did, whispering his name in bliss as her world spun around her, aware only of the feel of him, his cheek against hers, the sound of his voice in her ear, telling her of his love for her, the soft caresses of his hands, the feel of his strong arms round her, holding her close. In that moment, she knew herself to be truly happy.
She turned her head to kiss him, then lay quietly in his arms, gazing into his eyes. They lay contentedly for a while, before slipping back into sleep, still tangled in each other's arms.