Felt with the Heart

By

Anessa Ramsey

Rating: You might want to cover your eyes.  This chapter is full of luvvv and has a very Strong R Rating!!! If reading about sexual situations bothers you, please don't go any further.

Spoilers: Buffy, Season 7 through 'End of Days'; Four years past X-Men (the first movie) cause Rogue is 20.

Pairing:  Spike/Rogue

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Disclaimer:  I own nothing.  Everything Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon.  Everything X-men belongs to Marvel.

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The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.  They must be felt with the heart.

~Helen Keller

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         She'd known this day was coming.  That once Logan and Storm found the new mutants and made them an offer to come to the school that they'd be leaving.  She knew Logan had fought Sabertooth.  Magneto, of course, was not in town as their information had led them to believe.  He'd sent Sabertooth in his place as usual.  The man didn't like to dirty his hands in the day to day affairs that was for sure. 

         Right now though, all of her thoughts were focused on the vampire in front of her.  They were just a breath away from touching.  Her body seemed to pulse with his closeness and she was certain that he could tell what she was feeling.  When he reached out his hand to touch her, she stopped him before his fingertips could slide across her smooth, pale flesh.  Instead she pushed his hand back to his side and walked toward him, her body moving gracefully, unburdened by clothing.  His eyes burned into hers and she could see the appreciation in them.  He thought she was beautiful and it made her feel comfortable being nude in front of him.

         Slowly she moved behind him and lifted the bottom of the black t-shirt he had on.  She raised it slowly, revealing toned, taut flesh to her eyes.  His arms rose and she drew the shirt over his head and off his body, tossing it on the floor.  Her eyes devoured the lines of his back, the way the muscles rippled then stilled when his arms came down.  Leaning forward so as not to touch him with her body, she placed a small, chaste kiss at the base of his neck.  She opened her lips and nipped the skin lightly, holding it between her teeth before releasing it and then laving the spot with her tongue.  She delighted in the groan that the small gesture elicited from him.  He was such a sensual person. 

         She rested her hands on his sides, her nails digging into his skin lightly.  She slowly raked her nails down until her hands reached the waist of his black jeans.  She smiled slightly, powerful with the knowledge that he could not see her.  Her hands reached around and slowly unfastened the button then dragged the zipper down.  A slow his of pleasure at being freed from the confines of his clothing escaped him.  She drew down his pants, her eyes feasting on each bit of skin that was revealed to her.  They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them quickly. 

         Spike had been patient until now, letting her get undressed first, letting her undress him, but no more.  She spun around, grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet.  They'd been dancing around this for weeks and their need was too great to continue so slowly. 

         Their mouths met in a cacophony of lust and hunger.  Tongues twirled and danced, exploring the taste and flavor of each other.  Skin pressed together, hard against soft and she could feel how much he wanted her.  His erection was cradled against the soft skin of her stomach and she wanted him to be in her more than anything in that moment.  She moaned into his mouth, the vibrations tingling through him down his spine to the tips of his fingers and toes.  She was everything he'd been looking for.  Everything Buffy had not been when they'd been together. 

         She was panting when he pulled back.  With a sardonic smirk, he placed those kiss roughened lips on her earlobe, biting gently, before spreading kisses down her neck.  When he reached her pulse point at the base he let the sound of her blood rushing through her veins fill his mind as he placed his lips on the spot where he once would have bitten her.  Using his blunt teeth, he suckled the skin between his lips and bit it gently time and again, delighting in her moans of pleasure.

         He released the skin and turned her, backing her toward the bed.  Taking the lead she sat down and crawled back onto the bed, her thighs spreading invitingly.  It was an invitation he took.  He knelt between her pale thighs and let himself slowly extend until he was resting fully against her.  Her legs rose to cradle his body between them. 

         She was pulsing, throbbing where his erection was pressed against the soft wet flesh of her womanhood.  He was trying to restrain himself so that this didn't end before it even began.  She pulled him to her and kissed him again, unconsciously grinding her hips against his.  Her breasts rubbed against his chest, the hardened nipples being stimulated by the feel of his flesh.  Gentle was rapidly becoming a foreign concept as their hands and mouths licked, sucked, kissed, touched, and rubbed everywhere.  They rolled and fought for control and became tangled in the rough hotel sheets. 

         It was different from everything Rogue had thought it would be.  She couldn't imagine it being any other way.  Every move was a sinful pleasure, every touch a flame that coursed through their bodies.  It felt like fire was consuming them and she wanted nothing more than to let it devour her. 

         He kept whispering soft words, even when their actions were anything but.  He told her of her beauty and her passion.  He said that he loved her as he entered her moist passage.  She clung to him as he buried himself in her, breaking through the last proof of her virginity gently.  She cried out when she felt him touch her deep inside. 

         There was no slow buildup.  She begged him to move, to take her and soon the slow, easy strokes turned into the rhythmic pounding of his body into hers.  Their mouths met and parted then met again.  Hands clutched and grasped trying to pull the other person closer, to make themselves one.  Throaty whispers and soft gasps permeated the air.  Each tightening of her inner muscles elicited a groan and each thrust of him inside her caused her to arch and moan. 

         Her skin glistened with sweat and her hair was damp and clinging to her face.  She could feel her body tightening, clamping down.  She knew what was happening, what her body was building toward and she wanted it.  Raking her nails down his back, she wrapped her legs around him and thrust her hips toward his with rapid intensity.  Her lips latched onto the strong, corded muscle standing out at the base of his neck and she bit down ferociously, the feeling in her body coalescing and surging through her as he thrust himself deep within her, spilling his seed even as her muscles milked him for more.  He let his demon come forward and he sank his teeth into her neck, sucking her blood from her.  It was the sweetest ambrosia, full of her love for him.  He bit deeper, determined to mark her, claim her as his.  No one else would dare touch her.  Finally he withdrew and ran his tongue over his mark, lapping up the last bit of blood that seeped from the bite.

         Sated he fell limply against her and she was content to let him.  Her hand threaded through his hair as his cupped her breast, his fingers gently rubbing over her still sensitized nipple.  "I love you."  Her voice was soft, barely more than a breath, but he heard her.

         "I know," he replied.  He knew where this was going.  He would drift off to sleep, his body already starting to shut down as it knew dawn was near, and when he woke she would be gone, back to New York where she had a life.  "I love you too," he whispered back, rolling off her, only to pull her against him so that he could hold her for as long as possible. 

         "Spike…" she started, and he could feel tears, hot against his chest and he shed some of his own. 

         "Don't.  Let's just enjoy this while we can."  He felt her nod against his chest, but couldn't see it.  His eyes were drifting shut and soon there was nothing for him but dreams.  A few minutes later, she joined him in the land of sleep where anything was possible. 

         When he woke up she was gone and he was left with the burden of knowing that there was still a world to save.  A world that seemed to take love from his life with every chance it got.