"I missed you," Spike said a bit louder as he finished his nuzzling greetings. "You too," Buffy said, trying to sound natural. Pretend it's Angel, she told herself. "Where were you?" She asked Spike, hoping her voice carried to the trees. "You're late, I missed you, and what happened to your face?" She added. Spike smiled inwardly. She was really good at this wasn't she? He choked back the part of hi that wished the things she said were true. He could care less about the Slayer.
"I'm sorry," he said as he lead her to a picnic table and they sat down. "Had to get away from the poof, he gave me quite a beating yesterday when he found out." Buffy loomed concerned. "Don't worry, you're no match for him William." She hoped that Angelus was burning with fury. He was a mean vicious bastard who deserved everything he got. She wasn't only doing this for herself. No, there was Jenny Calendar, and every other person Angelus had killed or turned.
Buffy leaned forward and kissed Spike's neck. Spike was surprised, but recovered quickly and ran his hand down her back. "I want you," he told her and she came away to look at him. She didn't say yes, she didn't say no, she just leaned in and kissed Spike's lips. The reaction was instant. His arms were around her and then she was lying on her back on the picnic bench. She held onto him for fear of rolling off, and because he felt good in her arms.
If she closed her eyes she could almost picture Angel. But Spike wouldn't have her seeing Angel in her mind's eye. Because Angel would have never guided his hand under her skirt and touched her like that. She jumped in fear. Spike calmed her with soft kisses on her brow. "Spike," she murmured as she sank into his caresses.
He wasn't thinking of Angelus anymore. No, the only thing he could concentrate on was Buffy, saying his name. Reacting to what he was doing to her. Him. Not Angel. No, she wouldn't think of Angel tonight…
Buffy was floating on a cloud of pleasure. Spike really knew his stuff didn't he? She couldn't believe the things he made her feel. There had only been Angel, and it had only been once…the one time that turned him evil again. They had never had time to…to find out what could be done. No, she was new to all of this. Somewhere through the haze of indulgence a voice cried out. "You're in the park! In public…anyone could see you!" She realized it was her that was crying out, in the back of her mind and she pulled away from Spike's hands.
He looked up, wondering what was wrong. "Spike…I can't. He's right there!" She whispered urgently into his ear. He smiled playfully. "I know pet." He nipped her ear. "No…please…" She said again into his own ear. She had an idea. "Spike…I don't want you here…I want you to come to my house. Please?" She put on her most seductive face. It was obviously enough.
"Whatever you want," he said and stood, taking her hand and lifting her up to stand. She smiled at him and held his hand. She started off towards her house. On the outside she looked pleasant enough, but inside her mind was racing. What was she going to do? Spike couldn't go now, Angelus would be expecting him. She didn't want Angelus to kill Spike. Not because she cared, no not that. But because they had a deal and she had to uphold her half of the bargain.
She guessed that Spike was going to her house after all. What else could she do?
She walked down the sidewalk in the half darkness. Her enemy next to her, stroking her palm with his thumb. Behind her she could feel his presence. She always had been able to tell when Angel was near. Except her instincts could not decipher between Angel and the demon he had become. Her body only knew the way Angel felt, the consciousness that he was near, and that she was supposed to be with him.
Supposed to. What a mean twist of fate, that her heart cried out to the only man that was right for her, and for her brain to know that it was not actually him. That she could never be with him, hold him, kiss him, watch him. No, she had to kill him. But it wasn't really him, she consoled herself. No, her Angel was far away, in some peaceful place where he could finally rest, without the torture he carried in his walking days. Her Angel was safe, and one day, sooner or later, she could be with him.
This was the only thought that kept her from breaking down and hiding from the world. And it had to be enough.
She was at her house. She hadn't even noticed. She looked around and urged Spike over the tree, he went up first, and then she followed, agilely scaling the branches until she dropped silently next to her windowsill.
Spike was waiting next to her window. "You're going to have to invite me in," Spike said softly. Buffy quailed. This was the ultimate show of trust wasn't it? She took a deep breath and said, "Come in Spike." Spike gave her a half smile and went inside.
After a quick look around Buffy followed. Spike was leaning against the wall when she got inside, bathed in half shadow and light as it poured in from the street lamp outside. She had to take in a quick breath. Never in her life had she thought she could be so attracted to someone she supposedly hated.
He looked dangerous as the light illuminated only half his features, while shadows hid in his chiseled cheekbones and around his eyes. Something inside her was pulled to that enigma. The part of her she tried to ignore. The Slayer inside her. The core of her body and mind that new she was part of this dark world, for good or evil. The piece that wanted to give in and forget she had to be normal, and uphold a customary teenage life.
She walked towards him slowly, as if an invisible magnet made her come to him. He wrapped her in his arms and they moved towards the bed. Spike leaned in to kiss her, she parted her lips and went to meet him half way.
He pressed her down onto the mattress as his tongue slipped past her lips. She wove her hands into his hair. This was crazy. Angelus was probably right outside that window! But she couldn't stop kissing Spike, and it gave her a powerful feeling, knowing Angelus could do nothing. She kissed Spike harder.
He growled low in his throat and moved his hands down her body, tracing delicate curves through her clothing. Clothing that was in his way. He pulled the cover-up off quickly, and pressed kisses down her chest.
There were too many things in her way. She wanted to feel Spike's skin against hers. She didn't care if she was acting wanton, why should she not? Spike was deliciously sexy and obviously willing. Besides, when he had Dru she wouldn't have to deal with Spike, because he'd be gone. She tugged at his jacket and he shrugged it off.
His shirt was next to follow, but she didn't have the patience for him to lift it over his head, she simply ripped it off. Spike chuckled sultrily, making Buffy even more aroused. Spike wasted no time removing her own shirt, following the format she had laid, and ripping it off.
She trailed kissed down his chest, then back up, taking the time to make sure no part of the marble surface missed her affections. Spike was busy removing the skirt she had adorned. Finding the denim hard to rip he resorted to the slow method of unzipping it and pulling it from her hips.
He stopped then and moved back. Bloody hell was she the most beautiful sight or not? In the pale darkness of her room he could see her ivory skin glow, her face flushed, eyes dark with desire. She was clad onto in black bra and panties. Black. How funny of her to choose that color, was she deliberately trying to turn him on?
Buffy couldn't wait long for him to finish watching her. She pulled him back to the warmth of her embrace as he fumbled for the belt buckle and zipper of his pants. She was so hot, like fire, and he was sure if he didn't love her now, he would end up nothing more then a sorry pile of ashes. He kicked off his boots, then removed his pants.
Buffy was almost startled to find he wore nothing underneath. She couldn't help but stare. She was practically a virgin wasn't she? With Angel...no she didn't want to think of Angel now. She tore her eyes away from him and met his eyes. The hunger in them was unmistakable. She imagined she looked the same way.
She reached out and brought him closer to her and he quickly kissed her neck. He could feel the blood pounding just beneath the surface of that soft skin. One small bite and the sweet taste of her life would be his. But he would never dream of tasting her, that was too much to ask. Instead he turned his attention to kissing every other part of her body before removing what clothing she had left.
He hesitated as he prepared to enter her, this wasn't for Angelus, it couldn't be. So why was she here? Under him? He wondered if some sort of spell had been cast over her. Would she regret this come morning? He looked into her eyes. When he saw what craving lie there he pushed away any inhibition he was feeling. It didn't matter, he had her now, and he wouldn't take that for granted.
They spent most of the night finding out just what they had missed in their haste the night before. And shortly before dawn, Buffy rose to close the curtains. Spike was sleeping, for all she could tell, but awoke when he no longer felt her next to him. "Buffy?" He asked, eyes still closed. "I'm here," she said, slipping in next to him under the sheets. He sighed and made sure she was tucked safely next to him before falling asleep again. She quickly followed him into dreams.
"I'm sorry," he said as he lead her to a picnic table and they sat down. "Had to get away from the poof, he gave me quite a beating yesterday when he found out." Buffy loomed concerned. "Don't worry, you're no match for him William." She hoped that Angelus was burning with fury. He was a mean vicious bastard who deserved everything he got. She wasn't only doing this for herself. No, there was Jenny Calendar, and every other person Angelus had killed or turned.
Buffy leaned forward and kissed Spike's neck. Spike was surprised, but recovered quickly and ran his hand down her back. "I want you," he told her and she came away to look at him. She didn't say yes, she didn't say no, she just leaned in and kissed Spike's lips. The reaction was instant. His arms were around her and then she was lying on her back on the picnic bench. She held onto him for fear of rolling off, and because he felt good in her arms.
If she closed her eyes she could almost picture Angel. But Spike wouldn't have her seeing Angel in her mind's eye. Because Angel would have never guided his hand under her skirt and touched her like that. She jumped in fear. Spike calmed her with soft kisses on her brow. "Spike," she murmured as she sank into his caresses.
He wasn't thinking of Angelus anymore. No, the only thing he could concentrate on was Buffy, saying his name. Reacting to what he was doing to her. Him. Not Angel. No, she wouldn't think of Angel tonight…
Buffy was floating on a cloud of pleasure. Spike really knew his stuff didn't he? She couldn't believe the things he made her feel. There had only been Angel, and it had only been once…the one time that turned him evil again. They had never had time to…to find out what could be done. No, she was new to all of this. Somewhere through the haze of indulgence a voice cried out. "You're in the park! In public…anyone could see you!" She realized it was her that was crying out, in the back of her mind and she pulled away from Spike's hands.
He looked up, wondering what was wrong. "Spike…I can't. He's right there!" She whispered urgently into his ear. He smiled playfully. "I know pet." He nipped her ear. "No…please…" She said again into his own ear. She had an idea. "Spike…I don't want you here…I want you to come to my house. Please?" She put on her most seductive face. It was obviously enough.
"Whatever you want," he said and stood, taking her hand and lifting her up to stand. She smiled at him and held his hand. She started off towards her house. On the outside she looked pleasant enough, but inside her mind was racing. What was she going to do? Spike couldn't go now, Angelus would be expecting him. She didn't want Angelus to kill Spike. Not because she cared, no not that. But because they had a deal and she had to uphold her half of the bargain.
She guessed that Spike was going to her house after all. What else could she do?
She walked down the sidewalk in the half darkness. Her enemy next to her, stroking her palm with his thumb. Behind her she could feel his presence. She always had been able to tell when Angel was near. Except her instincts could not decipher between Angel and the demon he had become. Her body only knew the way Angel felt, the consciousness that he was near, and that she was supposed to be with him.
Supposed to. What a mean twist of fate, that her heart cried out to the only man that was right for her, and for her brain to know that it was not actually him. That she could never be with him, hold him, kiss him, watch him. No, she had to kill him. But it wasn't really him, she consoled herself. No, her Angel was far away, in some peaceful place where he could finally rest, without the torture he carried in his walking days. Her Angel was safe, and one day, sooner or later, she could be with him.
This was the only thought that kept her from breaking down and hiding from the world. And it had to be enough.
She was at her house. She hadn't even noticed. She looked around and urged Spike over the tree, he went up first, and then she followed, agilely scaling the branches until she dropped silently next to her windowsill.
Spike was waiting next to her window. "You're going to have to invite me in," Spike said softly. Buffy quailed. This was the ultimate show of trust wasn't it? She took a deep breath and said, "Come in Spike." Spike gave her a half smile and went inside.
After a quick look around Buffy followed. Spike was leaning against the wall when she got inside, bathed in half shadow and light as it poured in from the street lamp outside. She had to take in a quick breath. Never in her life had she thought she could be so attracted to someone she supposedly hated.
He looked dangerous as the light illuminated only half his features, while shadows hid in his chiseled cheekbones and around his eyes. Something inside her was pulled to that enigma. The part of her she tried to ignore. The Slayer inside her. The core of her body and mind that new she was part of this dark world, for good or evil. The piece that wanted to give in and forget she had to be normal, and uphold a customary teenage life.
She walked towards him slowly, as if an invisible magnet made her come to him. He wrapped her in his arms and they moved towards the bed. Spike leaned in to kiss her, she parted her lips and went to meet him half way.
He pressed her down onto the mattress as his tongue slipped past her lips. She wove her hands into his hair. This was crazy. Angelus was probably right outside that window! But she couldn't stop kissing Spike, and it gave her a powerful feeling, knowing Angelus could do nothing. She kissed Spike harder.
He growled low in his throat and moved his hands down her body, tracing delicate curves through her clothing. Clothing that was in his way. He pulled the cover-up off quickly, and pressed kisses down her chest.
There were too many things in her way. She wanted to feel Spike's skin against hers. She didn't care if she was acting wanton, why should she not? Spike was deliciously sexy and obviously willing. Besides, when he had Dru she wouldn't have to deal with Spike, because he'd be gone. She tugged at his jacket and he shrugged it off.
His shirt was next to follow, but she didn't have the patience for him to lift it over his head, she simply ripped it off. Spike chuckled sultrily, making Buffy even more aroused. Spike wasted no time removing her own shirt, following the format she had laid, and ripping it off.
She trailed kissed down his chest, then back up, taking the time to make sure no part of the marble surface missed her affections. Spike was busy removing the skirt she had adorned. Finding the denim hard to rip he resorted to the slow method of unzipping it and pulling it from her hips.
He stopped then and moved back. Bloody hell was she the most beautiful sight or not? In the pale darkness of her room he could see her ivory skin glow, her face flushed, eyes dark with desire. She was clad onto in black bra and panties. Black. How funny of her to choose that color, was she deliberately trying to turn him on?
Buffy couldn't wait long for him to finish watching her. She pulled him back to the warmth of her embrace as he fumbled for the belt buckle and zipper of his pants. She was so hot, like fire, and he was sure if he didn't love her now, he would end up nothing more then a sorry pile of ashes. He kicked off his boots, then removed his pants.
Buffy was almost startled to find he wore nothing underneath. She couldn't help but stare. She was practically a virgin wasn't she? With Angel...no she didn't want to think of Angel now. She tore her eyes away from him and met his eyes. The hunger in them was unmistakable. She imagined she looked the same way.
She reached out and brought him closer to her and he quickly kissed her neck. He could feel the blood pounding just beneath the surface of that soft skin. One small bite and the sweet taste of her life would be his. But he would never dream of tasting her, that was too much to ask. Instead he turned his attention to kissing every other part of her body before removing what clothing she had left.
He hesitated as he prepared to enter her, this wasn't for Angelus, it couldn't be. So why was she here? Under him? He wondered if some sort of spell had been cast over her. Would she regret this come morning? He looked into her eyes. When he saw what craving lie there he pushed away any inhibition he was feeling. It didn't matter, he had her now, and he wouldn't take that for granted.
They spent most of the night finding out just what they had missed in their haste the night before. And shortly before dawn, Buffy rose to close the curtains. Spike was sleeping, for all she could tell, but awoke when he no longer felt her next to him. "Buffy?" He asked, eyes still closed. "I'm here," she said, slipping in next to him under the sheets. He sighed and made sure she was tucked safely next to him before falling asleep again. She quickly followed him into dreams.