Chapter 12
Spike stealthily walked the hallway, and came to a silent stop at the top of the staircase. He could still feel her tiny finger in his mouth, still feel the warm fiery liquid as it slid down his throat, but most of all, he still had the raging lust burning a hole through him. He glared down towards the soft glow that indicated to him where she was.
He stepped carefully down the stairs one at a time, and made it to the bottom. Her scent hit him harder and harder the closer to her that he got, and it was all he could do to keep his demon in check. His inner turmoil was getting more persistent, and his mind kept growling the word MINE when he thought of the slayer.
It was a fairly normal thing for his demon to want the kill, but his demon was screaming for a mate, something he hadn't had since Dru. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. You are a class A sodden wanker! He thought to himself as he eased his way into their shared room quietly.
Buffy looked up the instant she felt him, which was only half a second from the moment he entered the room. He didn't make any noise entering, but she knew he was there. The nervous fumbling in her stomach returned the instant that Buffy saw him. She tugged at her lower lip with her teeth, pulling the soft flesh into her mouth.
Dragging her eyes away from him, she forced herself to stare into the fire. The dancing flames rose up to lick at the wood held within. Her eyes focused on it, though it was hard, because all she wanted to do was look back at Spike. She had an almost primal urge inside of her, something as basic as an itch. Her body was trying to tell her that it knew what to do, but she would not listen.
"Slayer," Spike stated, rather then asked. Buffy turned her head, forcing herself to go slowly, and not whip around at the first sound of his voice.
"What, Spike?" Her voice was trembling slightly. He walked nearer, stopping in front of her. He looked down at her upturned face for a moment, and then kneeled so he was even with her. His blue eyes searched her hazel ones for a moment.
"Is your finger alright? Still bleeding?" He looked straight into her eyes the entire time he was talking. She started to shake her head no, but stopped, and held her wrapped finger up. It was still fairly bright, indicating that it hadn't stopped completely. Spike's gaze drifted slowly from her eyes to her mouth, and down the gentle curve of her neck, before stopping at the finger.
"Well, then, we'll have to keep an eye on it. What did you cut it on?"
"Not real sure, but it felt like an old rusted knife." His eyes widened at this bit of news, and he quickly unwrapped the bandage, which caused fresh blood to seep out of the wound.
"Rusty? Slayer, that's not a good thing, you know." He examined the wound, but saw no rust flecks in it. He hoped that was a good thing, but he wasn't certain. Wasn't like he was a doctor, he thought. As the blood pooled up, it slipped down his fingers, and his back stiffened when he looked down at it.
Buffy knew the instant his demon started fighting for release again. She could feel it emanating from him. Her eyes sought his, and she saw an unasked question in his icy depths. Without hearing it, she knew he was asking for permission to taste her again. Just the thought of it was enough to send a jolt through her system, and she found she was unable to deny him this.
Swallowing audibly, Buffy nodded her head, and closed her eyes when she felt him tugging her finger towards his mouth again. He slid the finger into the chilly wet opening, and let his tongue swish around it, cleaning off all the blood he could get. As he started to suck, Buffy moaned softly, then her eyes flew open in mortification.
He wasn't paying her any mind, however. His eyes were sealed shut, and she watched as the demon in him shifted, and came out. She got a bit scared and reluctant when she saw he wasn't trying to contain it, but he was being as gentle with her as he would be with fine china. His free hand worked its way up her arm, and around to the back of her neck.
He paused for an instant, and she felt her finger sliding from the velvety recess of his mouth. She watched him again, and saw his human was back in place. He leaned Buffy down, and before she could blink, his mouth was crashing on hers, nipping at the delicate flesh, plundering her mouth with an expert tongue.
He caught the moan coming from her mouth with his, and returned one of his own. He was lying practically on top of her, one hand behind her head, and the other running against her side, rubbing gently, and kneading the aching muscles in her side.
Buffy's leg bent at her knee to rub against his side, and his hand went straight to her thigh. He rubbed her skin through the material of her pants, as she rubbed his leg and side with her leg. He finally removed his lips from hers, and moved them downward towards her neck and jaw line. Tracing the delicate jaw line with his tongue, Spike found her ear lobe, and suckled it gently into his mouth.
Buffy's head tilted backward, and slightly to the side, which left her neck open. As he saw this, his demon started screaming for her blood, for Spike to make Buffy his. He was running almost completely on instinct then, and he vamped without realizing it. His mouth found her neck, and started to nip at it, gently first, then stronger and stronger.
When he felt her blood seeping from the scratches, he lapped it up like a little puppy. Her hands were wound around his neck now, urging him closer to her. Her legs parted completely, allowing for Spike to settle his body fully between them. She was pushing against his groin, rubbing herself against the hardness he had there.
Spike groaned then, and pulled back to look down at her. Her teeth had her lower lip trapped, and she was biting down gently on it. Her hazel eyes were hidden from his view behind the thin skin on her eyelids. When she felt him pull away, and nothing happened, she opened them to look up at him. "Spike. . ."
"Pet. . ."
His mouth was back on hers quickly. He was rubbing his entire body against hers, a gentle purring coming from him. His demon raged still, wanting her to accept him, should he claim her. It took all he could do to stop the demon from doing so, but he could hold it in check for now.
His deep purring surprised her. She had heard it on occasion from Angel, but had long since forgotten this vampire trait. Angel had explained that it happened with contentment. She looked at him, and saw him trying hard to control the demon again. Leaning up slightly, she pressed a warm hand against his skin. He broke from her, and opened his eyes to look down at her.
"Spike, let it out. . . Stop trying to fight it."
"Oh, luv, you don't know what you're saying. That's not something you want."
"Yes, it is." Her eyes were dead serious as she looked up at Spike, and after an instant, he knew she did want it. He let his visage slip, and the demon came roaring out like a wild animal. His fangs bared, he nuzzled at her neck, whimpering softly as the purr continued to emanate from him.
She let her head turn to the side, and silently offered her neck to him, though inwardly, she cursed herself, and begged herself to remember who she was. Her last thought before she felt the pierce of his fangs to her flesh, was her mind screaming at her to stake him. Then, all was lost, and she abandoned herself to the feeling.
***TBC
AN: This was my attempt at making a longer chapter. It's about 400 words longer then my average, so I hope you enjoyed. Next one will try to be just as long. :-)
Spike stealthily walked the hallway, and came to a silent stop at the top of the staircase. He could still feel her tiny finger in his mouth, still feel the warm fiery liquid as it slid down his throat, but most of all, he still had the raging lust burning a hole through him. He glared down towards the soft glow that indicated to him where she was.
He stepped carefully down the stairs one at a time, and made it to the bottom. Her scent hit him harder and harder the closer to her that he got, and it was all he could do to keep his demon in check. His inner turmoil was getting more persistent, and his mind kept growling the word MINE when he thought of the slayer.
It was a fairly normal thing for his demon to want the kill, but his demon was screaming for a mate, something he hadn't had since Dru. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. You are a class A sodden wanker! He thought to himself as he eased his way into their shared room quietly.
Buffy looked up the instant she felt him, which was only half a second from the moment he entered the room. He didn't make any noise entering, but she knew he was there. The nervous fumbling in her stomach returned the instant that Buffy saw him. She tugged at her lower lip with her teeth, pulling the soft flesh into her mouth.
Dragging her eyes away from him, she forced herself to stare into the fire. The dancing flames rose up to lick at the wood held within. Her eyes focused on it, though it was hard, because all she wanted to do was look back at Spike. She had an almost primal urge inside of her, something as basic as an itch. Her body was trying to tell her that it knew what to do, but she would not listen.
"Slayer," Spike stated, rather then asked. Buffy turned her head, forcing herself to go slowly, and not whip around at the first sound of his voice.
"What, Spike?" Her voice was trembling slightly. He walked nearer, stopping in front of her. He looked down at her upturned face for a moment, and then kneeled so he was even with her. His blue eyes searched her hazel ones for a moment.
"Is your finger alright? Still bleeding?" He looked straight into her eyes the entire time he was talking. She started to shake her head no, but stopped, and held her wrapped finger up. It was still fairly bright, indicating that it hadn't stopped completely. Spike's gaze drifted slowly from her eyes to her mouth, and down the gentle curve of her neck, before stopping at the finger.
"Well, then, we'll have to keep an eye on it. What did you cut it on?"
"Not real sure, but it felt like an old rusted knife." His eyes widened at this bit of news, and he quickly unwrapped the bandage, which caused fresh blood to seep out of the wound.
"Rusty? Slayer, that's not a good thing, you know." He examined the wound, but saw no rust flecks in it. He hoped that was a good thing, but he wasn't certain. Wasn't like he was a doctor, he thought. As the blood pooled up, it slipped down his fingers, and his back stiffened when he looked down at it.
Buffy knew the instant his demon started fighting for release again. She could feel it emanating from him. Her eyes sought his, and she saw an unasked question in his icy depths. Without hearing it, she knew he was asking for permission to taste her again. Just the thought of it was enough to send a jolt through her system, and she found she was unable to deny him this.
Swallowing audibly, Buffy nodded her head, and closed her eyes when she felt him tugging her finger towards his mouth again. He slid the finger into the chilly wet opening, and let his tongue swish around it, cleaning off all the blood he could get. As he started to suck, Buffy moaned softly, then her eyes flew open in mortification.
He wasn't paying her any mind, however. His eyes were sealed shut, and she watched as the demon in him shifted, and came out. She got a bit scared and reluctant when she saw he wasn't trying to contain it, but he was being as gentle with her as he would be with fine china. His free hand worked its way up her arm, and around to the back of her neck.
He paused for an instant, and she felt her finger sliding from the velvety recess of his mouth. She watched him again, and saw his human was back in place. He leaned Buffy down, and before she could blink, his mouth was crashing on hers, nipping at the delicate flesh, plundering her mouth with an expert tongue.
He caught the moan coming from her mouth with his, and returned one of his own. He was lying practically on top of her, one hand behind her head, and the other running against her side, rubbing gently, and kneading the aching muscles in her side.
Buffy's leg bent at her knee to rub against his side, and his hand went straight to her thigh. He rubbed her skin through the material of her pants, as she rubbed his leg and side with her leg. He finally removed his lips from hers, and moved them downward towards her neck and jaw line. Tracing the delicate jaw line with his tongue, Spike found her ear lobe, and suckled it gently into his mouth.
Buffy's head tilted backward, and slightly to the side, which left her neck open. As he saw this, his demon started screaming for her blood, for Spike to make Buffy his. He was running almost completely on instinct then, and he vamped without realizing it. His mouth found her neck, and started to nip at it, gently first, then stronger and stronger.
When he felt her blood seeping from the scratches, he lapped it up like a little puppy. Her hands were wound around his neck now, urging him closer to her. Her legs parted completely, allowing for Spike to settle his body fully between them. She was pushing against his groin, rubbing herself against the hardness he had there.
Spike groaned then, and pulled back to look down at her. Her teeth had her lower lip trapped, and she was biting down gently on it. Her hazel eyes were hidden from his view behind the thin skin on her eyelids. When she felt him pull away, and nothing happened, she opened them to look up at him. "Spike. . ."
"Pet. . ."
His mouth was back on hers quickly. He was rubbing his entire body against hers, a gentle purring coming from him. His demon raged still, wanting her to accept him, should he claim her. It took all he could do to stop the demon from doing so, but he could hold it in check for now.
His deep purring surprised her. She had heard it on occasion from Angel, but had long since forgotten this vampire trait. Angel had explained that it happened with contentment. She looked at him, and saw him trying hard to control the demon again. Leaning up slightly, she pressed a warm hand against his skin. He broke from her, and opened his eyes to look down at her.
"Spike, let it out. . . Stop trying to fight it."
"Oh, luv, you don't know what you're saying. That's not something you want."
"Yes, it is." Her eyes were dead serious as she looked up at Spike, and after an instant, he knew she did want it. He let his visage slip, and the demon came roaring out like a wild animal. His fangs bared, he nuzzled at her neck, whimpering softly as the purr continued to emanate from him.
She let her head turn to the side, and silently offered her neck to him, though inwardly, she cursed herself, and begged herself to remember who she was. Her last thought before she felt the pierce of his fangs to her flesh, was her mind screaming at her to stake him. Then, all was lost, and she abandoned herself to the feeling.
***TBC
AN: This was my attempt at making a longer chapter. It's about 400 words longer then my average, so I hope you enjoyed. Next one will try to be just as long. :-)