CHAPTER 14 - MY EYES ARE CLEAR
Buffy had only been asleep for a couple of hours when she woke up, heart pounding from the usual nightmare, revisited, "Spike!" she had screamed in her dream right before bolting upright in bed.
She looked around, taking stock of where she was, then decided to get up and splash some cold water on her face.
As Buffy stood in the doorway of the bathroom, she saw it; a little light flickering between two pieces of wood, not quite fitted against each other. She walked quietly across the bathroom floor, until she came to the sliver of light. She could barely see him at first, but then as her eyes grew accustomed to the candleglow, that had first attracted her, she could make him out.
Spike was lying in bed, tossing and turning. Suddenly, he threw the covers off, groaning as he lay there naked. Buffy held her breath, afraid he'd sensed her, but he didn't look her way. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him run his hands down his chest, his stomach, finally to his cock. He rubbed himself gently at first, then quickened the pace as his erection quickly grew to its full length. She could see the glistening shimmer of pre-cum as she watched as he fondled himself, stoked himself again and again, before he finally convulsed in orgasm. As he did, she heard him softly moan one word, "Buffy!"
Buffy bit down hard on her bottom lip and backed quickly out of the room, before she sobbed aloud. In the past she would have felt revulsion at even thinking about him doing this, pleasuring himself, probably with some picture of herself or intimate article of clothing he'd nicked from her bedroom. But not now. Now it was breaking her heart.
did you make me weak, thinking of you, holding myself, and spilling useless buckets of salt over your... ending?
The tears came as Buffy put her hands to her face. Useless buckets of tears, useless seed, useless torture, useless love...for her. Tears flowed, flowed thinking of him laying there; his passion and love for her unclaimed, unbidden, abandoned - like this beautiful house was.
"Fuck this! No. Fucking. More!" she said, as she dried her eyes and walked out of her bedroom and into Spike's.
"Buffy? What is it, luv? Bad dream? Everything's okay at the house, just checked," Spike said, staring at Buffy who'd walked right up to his bed.
"Shut up, Spike," she said softly and crawled into bed with him.
Spike lay on his side, towards her as she nuzzled up close to him.
Wants more comfort, he told himself. Alright then! Bird's got to have what the bird's got to have. Never could deny her anything.
Before he could form another coherent or not so, thought, Buffy leaned into him, kissing him softly on the lips. Shocked, Spike didn't respond for a few seconds, but then he was kissing her back, falling into a beautiful aura of sensation that was starting to surround them. Lips, kissing, heat, aura.
Coming back to earth for a second, Spike broke off the kiss, gently taking hold of her shoulder and pushing her back a few inches, "Buffy, do you know what you're doing?" he asked, giving her the chance to come to her senses.
Buffy looked at him, with a look he'd only seen one other time; the night she'd come to rescue him from The First.
"I do know, Spike, maybe for the first time since you've known me, I do know; my eyes are clear," she said, putting her hand up to caress his face, "I'm kissing the man that I love," she said, leaning back in for another delicious, all-enveloping kiss.
"That you love?" his voice asked, almost cracking; breaking the kiss again, holding her off to look into her eyes in wonder.
Buffy did not waver as she looked at him, and slowly, effortlessly, maneuvered her lithe body atop his, the lovebird necklace hanging from her neck to lie on top his chest, "Yes," she said looking in his eyes, kissing him softly between each word,
"I." kiss, "Love." kiss, "You." kiss, "Spike."
"You love me?" he repeated, unbelieving; afraid to believe.
Buffy nodded her head, "Yes. I love you." kiss "And if this man would still like; I'd like to be his girl," she said, kissing him deeply, as her body, atop his, moved on its own accord. Up and down, feeling his once again, full erection.
"My girl? My girl! Oh God, Buffy!" Spike groaning, grinning, grabbing her face, kissing her back as fully as he wanted, as she wanted, finally giving in to the incomprehensible, and the unbelievable, Love claimed and bidden, by her, by them.
END OF CHAPTER 14
Buffy had only been asleep for a couple of hours when she woke up, heart pounding from the usual nightmare, revisited, "Spike!" she had screamed in her dream right before bolting upright in bed.
She looked around, taking stock of where she was, then decided to get up and splash some cold water on her face.
As Buffy stood in the doorway of the bathroom, she saw it; a little light flickering between two pieces of wood, not quite fitted against each other. She walked quietly across the bathroom floor, until she came to the sliver of light. She could barely see him at first, but then as her eyes grew accustomed to the candleglow, that had first attracted her, she could make him out.
Spike was lying in bed, tossing and turning. Suddenly, he threw the covers off, groaning as he lay there naked. Buffy held her breath, afraid he'd sensed her, but he didn't look her way. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him run his hands down his chest, his stomach, finally to his cock. He rubbed himself gently at first, then quickened the pace as his erection quickly grew to its full length. She could see the glistening shimmer of pre-cum as she watched as he fondled himself, stoked himself again and again, before he finally convulsed in orgasm. As he did, she heard him softly moan one word, "Buffy!"
Buffy bit down hard on her bottom lip and backed quickly out of the room, before she sobbed aloud. In the past she would have felt revulsion at even thinking about him doing this, pleasuring himself, probably with some picture of herself or intimate article of clothing he'd nicked from her bedroom. But not now. Now it was breaking her heart.
did you make me weak, thinking of you, holding myself, and spilling useless buckets of salt over your... ending?
The tears came as Buffy put her hands to her face. Useless buckets of tears, useless seed, useless torture, useless love...for her. Tears flowed, flowed thinking of him laying there; his passion and love for her unclaimed, unbidden, abandoned - like this beautiful house was.
"Fuck this! No. Fucking. More!" she said, as she dried her eyes and walked out of her bedroom and into Spike's.
"Buffy? What is it, luv? Bad dream? Everything's okay at the house, just checked," Spike said, staring at Buffy who'd walked right up to his bed.
"Shut up, Spike," she said softly and crawled into bed with him.
Spike lay on his side, towards her as she nuzzled up close to him.
Wants more comfort, he told himself. Alright then! Bird's got to have what the bird's got to have. Never could deny her anything.
Before he could form another coherent or not so, thought, Buffy leaned into him, kissing him softly on the lips. Shocked, Spike didn't respond for a few seconds, but then he was kissing her back, falling into a beautiful aura of sensation that was starting to surround them. Lips, kissing, heat, aura.
Coming back to earth for a second, Spike broke off the kiss, gently taking hold of her shoulder and pushing her back a few inches, "Buffy, do you know what you're doing?" he asked, giving her the chance to come to her senses.
Buffy looked at him, with a look he'd only seen one other time; the night she'd come to rescue him from The First.
"I do know, Spike, maybe for the first time since you've known me, I do know; my eyes are clear," she said, putting her hand up to caress his face, "I'm kissing the man that I love," she said, leaning back in for another delicious, all-enveloping kiss.
"That you love?" his voice asked, almost cracking; breaking the kiss again, holding her off to look into her eyes in wonder.
Buffy did not waver as she looked at him, and slowly, effortlessly, maneuvered her lithe body atop his, the lovebird necklace hanging from her neck to lie on top his chest, "Yes," she said looking in his eyes, kissing him softly between each word,
"I." kiss, "Love." kiss, "You." kiss, "Spike."
"You love me?" he repeated, unbelieving; afraid to believe.
Buffy nodded her head, "Yes. I love you." kiss "And if this man would still like; I'd like to be his girl," she said, kissing him deeply, as her body, atop his, moved on its own accord. Up and down, feeling his once again, full erection.
"My girl? My girl! Oh God, Buffy!" Spike groaning, grinning, grabbing her face, kissing her back as fully as he wanted, as she wanted, finally giving in to the incomprehensible, and the unbelievable, Love claimed and bidden, by her, by them.
END OF CHAPTER 14