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2- Feeling Again
Buffy had felt before. Only earlier in the week she felt. She did not need Spike to feel anymore. The First Evil scared the shit out of her. However, she had not felt like 'this' since she was 17 years old. She was 22 now.
The last time she felt like 'this' she was with Angel. It was her 17th birthday. However, that was a long time ago. Lots had changed. Now she was with Spike. Next to him on his cot, feeling him, lying on his cold, hard, unmoving chest. She felt warmth in him.
When she woke up in the morning she made sure Spike was there. He had been the only one who was right there when she woke up in the morning. She loved him for that.
"Whatcha thinking about, love?" Spike asked. He kissed Buffy on the head and rubbed her arm.
"Mental replay of last night." Buffy replied. She kissed his chest and closed her eyes remembering the events that led up to this very moment.
She had run downstairs, to the basement, after finding out about Connor, Angel and Darla's son. She had come to him crying. He just held her. She cried her eyes out. He did not ask any questions. He was just happy she had come to him. To see 'him', be with 'him'.
She looked into his eyes and he hers. He wiped the tears from her cheeks with his big, strong hands. He then kissed her on the forehead.
"It's gonna be alright, sweetheart. I promise." Spike consoled.
"How do you know? You don't even know why I'm down here. And neither do I." Buffy retorts.
"I don't know if it's gonna be alright. Nevertheless, I trust it. I trust that you'll never let this dimension got to hell. At least not for too terribly long." Spike replies
"Really?" Buffy asks.
"Really and truly." Spike answers.
Buffy smile and hugs him close. She remembers feeling close but not with him. She liked it. She held him closer. Then looked into his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. She knew what look she was giving him. She'd only given him that look three times before.
Only he kissed her this time. She kissed him back. His upper lip over her lower lip and he kissed her. She kissed his juicy lower lip. He kissed her lower lip and she his upper. Then she moved her tongue into his mouth. He moved away at first them thrust his tongue into his mouth. He really *is* a good kisser, Buffy thought.
She moved closer to him. Sat up and moved her left leg over Spike's lap. His hands gripped her back. Her hands rested on his chest or were going through his hair or tracing his cheek and jawbones. Buffy began to take off Spike's shirt.
"Wait. Are you sure? Is this right?" Spike questioned.
"Yes, I'm sure. No, this isn't right. Just kiss me, Spike." Buffy said. She then attacked him with her mouth and continued to remove his shirt.
Spike then grabbed Buffy tightly and moved her onto her back on his cot. He kissed her more deeply, fully and committed. He broke the kiss to fully remove his shirt. Buffy put her legs around his waist and rolled him up.
Buffy smiled at him and removed her shirt. He kissed her collarbone and neck area. She tackled him to his back and began to unbutton and un zip Spike's pants. She removed them as she felt Spike finish his task of removing her calf length skirt.
He flipped her onto her back so he was on top of her. She spread her legs and again wrapped them around Spike's waist. Then he was inside of her. That was when she felt it again. The way she hadn't felt in five years. Like she was in love with someone who was totally in love with her. That they were feeling the same thing for the same reason.
"Buffy? Buffy? You there, goldilocks?" Spike said as he rubbed his hand on her shoulder and kissed her on top of the head.
"Yeah, Sorry. I'm here. Just replaying." Buffy replied. She kissed his chest again. Closed her eyes and fell asleep. Spike quickly followed suit. He snuggled close to Buffy and went into a newfound slumber.
2- Feeling Again
Buffy had felt before. Only earlier in the week she felt. She did not need Spike to feel anymore. The First Evil scared the shit out of her. However, she had not felt like 'this' since she was 17 years old. She was 22 now.
The last time she felt like 'this' she was with Angel. It was her 17th birthday. However, that was a long time ago. Lots had changed. Now she was with Spike. Next to him on his cot, feeling him, lying on his cold, hard, unmoving chest. She felt warmth in him.
When she woke up in the morning she made sure Spike was there. He had been the only one who was right there when she woke up in the morning. She loved him for that.
"Whatcha thinking about, love?" Spike asked. He kissed Buffy on the head and rubbed her arm.
"Mental replay of last night." Buffy replied. She kissed his chest and closed her eyes remembering the events that led up to this very moment.
She had run downstairs, to the basement, after finding out about Connor, Angel and Darla's son. She had come to him crying. He just held her. She cried her eyes out. He did not ask any questions. He was just happy she had come to him. To see 'him', be with 'him'.
She looked into his eyes and he hers. He wiped the tears from her cheeks with his big, strong hands. He then kissed her on the forehead.
"It's gonna be alright, sweetheart. I promise." Spike consoled.
"How do you know? You don't even know why I'm down here. And neither do I." Buffy retorts.
"I don't know if it's gonna be alright. Nevertheless, I trust it. I trust that you'll never let this dimension got to hell. At least not for too terribly long." Spike replies
"Really?" Buffy asks.
"Really and truly." Spike answers.
Buffy smile and hugs him close. She remembers feeling close but not with him. She liked it. She held him closer. Then looked into his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. She knew what look she was giving him. She'd only given him that look three times before.
Only he kissed her this time. She kissed him back. His upper lip over her lower lip and he kissed her. She kissed his juicy lower lip. He kissed her lower lip and she his upper. Then she moved her tongue into his mouth. He moved away at first them thrust his tongue into his mouth. He really *is* a good kisser, Buffy thought.
She moved closer to him. Sat up and moved her left leg over Spike's lap. His hands gripped her back. Her hands rested on his chest or were going through his hair or tracing his cheek and jawbones. Buffy began to take off Spike's shirt.
"Wait. Are you sure? Is this right?" Spike questioned.
"Yes, I'm sure. No, this isn't right. Just kiss me, Spike." Buffy said. She then attacked him with her mouth and continued to remove his shirt.
Spike then grabbed Buffy tightly and moved her onto her back on his cot. He kissed her more deeply, fully and committed. He broke the kiss to fully remove his shirt. Buffy put her legs around his waist and rolled him up.
Buffy smiled at him and removed her shirt. He kissed her collarbone and neck area. She tackled him to his back and began to unbutton and un zip Spike's pants. She removed them as she felt Spike finish his task of removing her calf length skirt.
He flipped her onto her back so he was on top of her. She spread her legs and again wrapped them around Spike's waist. Then he was inside of her. That was when she felt it again. The way she hadn't felt in five years. Like she was in love with someone who was totally in love with her. That they were feeling the same thing for the same reason.
"Buffy? Buffy? You there, goldilocks?" Spike said as he rubbed his hand on her shoulder and kissed her on top of the head.
"Yeah, Sorry. I'm here. Just replaying." Buffy replied. She kissed his chest again. Closed her eyes and fell asleep. Spike quickly followed suit. He snuggled close to Buffy and went into a newfound slumber.