CHAPTER 34 - CHEATING
"You hungry?" Spike asked Buffy.
"I started to make breakfast...earlier...before..."
He nodded.
"Made some coffee, it's probably old now. I was going to make some French Toast out of Dudley's Bakery Sourdough Bread," Buffy said.
"I can do that," Spike replied.
"No, let me, please?" Buffy said.
"Why don't we both...?" Spike suggested.
"Okay...that would be nice," Buffy said, sitting up. She took his hands in hers and pulled him toward her until his forehead rested on hers.
"I love you, you know that, don't you?" she asked him, a hint of desperation in her voice.
He nodded, "I know, and I love you, too, you know I do, but please, Buffy," he said, a lump rising in his throat, "don't. Not now, don't..."
"Okay," she said kissing him softly on the mouth, "okay."
"Come on, let's get some breakfast," he said, taking her hand and pulling her up.
"Wait!" she said, "I have to put some clothes on!"
"Don't know why," he said, looking at her from top to bottom, as he licked his lips.
"Because, it would be icky to sit on the kitchen chairs butt naked!" she quipped, making a face.
"In that case, last one dressed is a rotten egg!" he said, as he playfully pushed her back onto the bed and grabbed at his jeans.
"Cheater!" she giggled, as she jumped up and lunged at him, pulling the jeans off his one leg he'd managed to get on, then grabbed at her own.
They wrestled about on the floor and bed for a few minutes, each trying to thwart the other's attempt at getting clothes on, until they both collapsed on the bed in laughter.
He pulled her on top of him and kissed her hard.
"That's my girl!" he said, in a low voice, as she moaned passionately at the sudden change in venue, from playfulness to desire.
Buffy broke off the kiss to look at him, "I am your girl, Spike. Always. And you're my guy, you're my man. Mine," she said, kissing him hard again, tongue searching out his.
It was his turn to moan as she ground herself into him, kissed his neck, his ears, his mouth, his chest...
He kissed trails of kisses down her neck until his mouth found her breast. Moaning again, Buffy raised herself until she straddled him just right, then brought her hand down between them and guided him inside.
"Luv, Buffy," Spike murmured, "don't know how you make me feel, each time, everytime I find you so wet, so hot - for me," he said, a look of amazement in his eyes, "Buffy..." he said to her, kissing her again, as he thrust upward, into her, harder and harder as she ground down on him, with the same intensity, same fervor.
"Just for you, Spike," she panted, "only for you!" she cried out as she neared orgasm.
"Love you, love you!" Spike moaned, as her muscles tightened around him, as they crashed into each other, over and over again.
"Spike, oh, oh, oh...Spike!...Buffy, God, Buffy!" they cried out together, to each other, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over them.
"You hungry?" Spike asked Buffy.
"I started to make breakfast...earlier...before..."
He nodded.
"Made some coffee, it's probably old now. I was going to make some French Toast out of Dudley's Bakery Sourdough Bread," Buffy said.
"I can do that," Spike replied.
"No, let me, please?" Buffy said.
"Why don't we both...?" Spike suggested.
"Okay...that would be nice," Buffy said, sitting up. She took his hands in hers and pulled him toward her until his forehead rested on hers.
"I love you, you know that, don't you?" she asked him, a hint of desperation in her voice.
He nodded, "I know, and I love you, too, you know I do, but please, Buffy," he said, a lump rising in his throat, "don't. Not now, don't..."
"Okay," she said kissing him softly on the mouth, "okay."
"Come on, let's get some breakfast," he said, taking her hand and pulling her up.
"Wait!" she said, "I have to put some clothes on!"
"Don't know why," he said, looking at her from top to bottom, as he licked his lips.
"Because, it would be icky to sit on the kitchen chairs butt naked!" she quipped, making a face.
"In that case, last one dressed is a rotten egg!" he said, as he playfully pushed her back onto the bed and grabbed at his jeans.
"Cheater!" she giggled, as she jumped up and lunged at him, pulling the jeans off his one leg he'd managed to get on, then grabbed at her own.
They wrestled about on the floor and bed for a few minutes, each trying to thwart the other's attempt at getting clothes on, until they both collapsed on the bed in laughter.
He pulled her on top of him and kissed her hard.
"That's my girl!" he said, in a low voice, as she moaned passionately at the sudden change in venue, from playfulness to desire.
Buffy broke off the kiss to look at him, "I am your girl, Spike. Always. And you're my guy, you're my man. Mine," she said, kissing him hard again, tongue searching out his.
It was his turn to moan as she ground herself into him, kissed his neck, his ears, his mouth, his chest...
He kissed trails of kisses down her neck until his mouth found her breast. Moaning again, Buffy raised herself until she straddled him just right, then brought her hand down between them and guided him inside.
"Luv, Buffy," Spike murmured, "don't know how you make me feel, each time, everytime I find you so wet, so hot - for me," he said, a look of amazement in his eyes, "Buffy..." he said to her, kissing her again, as he thrust upward, into her, harder and harder as she ground down on him, with the same intensity, same fervor.
"Just for you, Spike," she panted, "only for you!" she cried out as she neared orgasm.
"Love you, love you!" Spike moaned, as her muscles tightened around him, as they crashed into each other, over and over again.
"Spike, oh, oh, oh...Spike!...Buffy, God, Buffy!" they cried out together, to each other, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over them.