SUMMARY: Poor Buffy. Poor Spike.

RATING: R

PAIRING: B/S

SPOILERS: this season

DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I'm just abusing them for a while.

DEDICATION: To everyone!

FEEDBACK: PLEASE! It means SOOOO much! PLEASE PLEASE!

DISTRIBUTION: Organized Insanity (http://www.geocities.com/crazyevildru/index.htm), otherwise ask me

-To Touch-

It will never be love.

She knows this.

It will never be more than flesh on flesh.

It will never be more than piercing, biting, sweaty, sticky sex. Never more than a lick, a suck, a nip.

He'll touch her in all the right ways and make her come and come. He will taste her and love her, until the day she dies again. He will reach as deep inside her as he can, but still never really touch her.

But that's okay, because she just wants to feel *something*. To experience those few moments of exquisite agony, in which pain turns to bliss and grief is joy. To touch those few seconds in which her entire body is alive and bursting with energy. She wants to touch his face and feel his tongue against her, his cock filling her and know she can make him *that* excited. She wants to touch his erection and know she caused it and that it's solely for her pleasure.

And he just wants to touch *her*. He wants to taste her and hear her whimper as he shows her all the things her previous lovers never dared to. He wants to guide her fingers and hands on him and on her. He wants to teach her tongue new uses and feel her breasts against his body as she engulfs him. He wants to touch her quaking body and know he did that. He wants to feel her contract around him and know that he caused it and that it's all for her. Everything he does is for her.

He wants to see her smile and feel her touch his body while he slowly loves her for hours.

But it will never be more than flesh on flesh.

It will never be love.

She just wanted to touch something more dead than she.

He knows this.

And it kills him.

THE END