Disclaimer: Spike is still not mine, nor are any of the Buffy characters.
I do own a large amount of chocolate thanks to Easter, but no Spike to
share it with. :-(
Previously: Spike leaves flowers all over Buffy's bed, and she invites him over . . .
AN: Wow!! I'm just amazed at the amount of reviews I'm getting! This is definitely my most popular story! Everyone who reviewed, thank you! Please feel free to do so again!
Truth or Dare
Chapter Eight: Love and Chocolate
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Night fell on Sunnydale, covering the town in a blanket of darkness. There was no silver gleam from the moon, and even the stars seemed smaller; diminishing like a candle on the end of its wick. Anything could hide in the velvet cover of night: secretes, lies, love, death. Shrouded in an air of mystery, anything could happen.
If he chose to do so, he could wear the shadows like a cloak, he could prowl through the streets unnoticed. But he didn't wear the dark, he strode through the silent town, heavy boots proudly proclaiming his entrance to anyone who bothered to listen.
The worn leather of his duster flanked his muscular figure; smelling of blood, liquor, and smoke it only added to the warnings that radiated off his body. Just try, he seemed to say, just try to question me, try to defeat me. I'll win, and I'll laugh as you die.
Although his body screamed DANGER! Spike felt more nervous than he had in ages. Black polished fingernails clenched the box of chocolates buried in his coat pocket as he approached her door.
'She invited you over.' He had to remind himself. 'It's not like you're just barging in.'
But still, it felt weird.
He knocked on the door, the knock sounding more sure of itself than Spike was.
Then she opened the door, and all thoughts vanished.
If he had a heartbeat, his heart would have raced. If he had needed to breathe, his breath would have quickened. And if it weren't for centuries of practice, his heart would have raced and his breath quickened weather or not it was logical.
She looked like a goddess; face flushed with excitement she was trying to hide, waves of golden hair cascading down her shoulders-her entire being radiating with life.
"Hey Spike." She said nervously, stepping aside so he could come in.
" 'Ey, pet." He said, once again shocking himself at how calm he sounded.
He pulled her into a long, slow kiss, her body automatically molding against his, hitting all the places that made him shiver with pleasure . . .
"What do you want t' do tonight?" He asked, blue eyes sparkling with enough mischief to match his smirk.
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Buffy lay on the couch, leaning against Spike's chest. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders, their legs intertwined as they watched an old comedy playing on TV.
It was a pretty funny movie, and Buffy loved the way Spike's normally still chest vibrated when he laughed.
The movie ended and Buffy turned off the TV, playing with Spike's fingers.
"I'm going to get something to eat." She told him. "Do you want anything?"
"Wait a second, luv." Spike said, shifting so he could reach a hand into his pocket. "Might as well give this to you now, seein' as you're hungry and all."
He pulled out a slightly dented box of chocolates, handing it to the excited slayer.
"Figured you 'ad enough flowers." He commented.
"Oooooo!" Buffy squealed with delight. "Chocolate!"
She sat up instantly, opening the box and looking inside greedily. Her fingers hovered above the box, trying to select one of the delicious treats.
"Try this one." Spike recommended, choosing a dark chocolate and holding in tauntingly in front of Buffy's lips. She ate it from his hand, sucking on his finger as the fudge inside the chocolate seeped out, the luscious combination of both chocolate and Spike in her mouth overwhelming her.
She swallowed, and ran her tongue around his finger one last time before releasing it.
"You want one?" She asked him.
He grinned as an answer, and Buffy picked up a milk chocolate, holding lightly between her teeth. Spike brought his mouth to hers, pulling the candy from her teeth while his lips caressed hers.
Buffy smiled in response, letting a chocolate slide down her shirt.
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Spike licked the last bit of chocolate off Buffy's cheek, while she moaned and ran her hands up his bare chest.
"Want you." She breathed, pulling up from the floor and making sure Spike's body stayed against hers.
"Buffy." He said, carrying full-blown passion in that one word.
"Spike." The blond moaned, moving towards the stairs while still kissing him. "Need you. All of you. In me."
She practically screamed with frustration when he pulled out of the kiss.
"Are you sure, luv?" He asked, pale blue eyes searching her face.
"I'm sure." She answered. "So sure . . . I need you, Spike."
"Whatever my lady requests." Spike agreed, sweeping Buffy off her feet and carrying her up the rest of the stairs.
Shirts had long ago been discarded; pants and undergarments were removed while the kisses never stopped.
"Beautiful." Spike whispered as he sank into her warm and welcoming body. "So beautiful."
The soft mattress received their joint bodies; crushed under their combined weight were the few lingering blossoms of last night's romantic gesture.
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Spike gazed upward, listening to the blond woman in his arms pant with exhaustion, his own chest rising and falling rapidly even though he didn't need the air.
She was amazing-he had never felt like this before. His whole body ached for her, he felt like he could never get enough of the divine goddess lying at his side. They fit so perfectly together, it was as if they had been made for each other.
If this wasn't love, then Spike didn't know what was.
He was pulled out of his thoughts as a sob convulsed through Buffy's body.
"Buffy?" He asked, immediately turning towards her. "Luv, are you alright? Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to hurt you . . ."
"No, it's not you." She said, sniffling. "You were wonderful, amazing . . . it was better than anything."
"What is it then, pet?" He asked, brushing the lone tear off her cheek.
"It just that . . . this is when something bad happens. This is when you change, this is when you leave . . ."
"Never." Spike said ferociously. "I'm not goin' anywhere, I'm stayin' right here."
"Everyone always leaves."
"Not me. I love you to much to leave you." He peppered light kisses over her cheeks, drying the tears there.
"L-love?"
"Love."
A smile lit up Buffy's face as she snuggled against Spike's chest, closing her eyes in exhaustion. He loved her! Her whole being sang with joy. He loved her, and he wasn't going anywhere.
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AN: So, what did you think? Review, review, review!!!!
Previously: Spike leaves flowers all over Buffy's bed, and she invites him over . . .
AN: Wow!! I'm just amazed at the amount of reviews I'm getting! This is definitely my most popular story! Everyone who reviewed, thank you! Please feel free to do so again!
Truth or Dare
Chapter Eight: Love and Chocolate
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Night fell on Sunnydale, covering the town in a blanket of darkness. There was no silver gleam from the moon, and even the stars seemed smaller; diminishing like a candle on the end of its wick. Anything could hide in the velvet cover of night: secretes, lies, love, death. Shrouded in an air of mystery, anything could happen.
If he chose to do so, he could wear the shadows like a cloak, he could prowl through the streets unnoticed. But he didn't wear the dark, he strode through the silent town, heavy boots proudly proclaiming his entrance to anyone who bothered to listen.
The worn leather of his duster flanked his muscular figure; smelling of blood, liquor, and smoke it only added to the warnings that radiated off his body. Just try, he seemed to say, just try to question me, try to defeat me. I'll win, and I'll laugh as you die.
Although his body screamed DANGER! Spike felt more nervous than he had in ages. Black polished fingernails clenched the box of chocolates buried in his coat pocket as he approached her door.
'She invited you over.' He had to remind himself. 'It's not like you're just barging in.'
But still, it felt weird.
He knocked on the door, the knock sounding more sure of itself than Spike was.
Then she opened the door, and all thoughts vanished.
If he had a heartbeat, his heart would have raced. If he had needed to breathe, his breath would have quickened. And if it weren't for centuries of practice, his heart would have raced and his breath quickened weather or not it was logical.
She looked like a goddess; face flushed with excitement she was trying to hide, waves of golden hair cascading down her shoulders-her entire being radiating with life.
"Hey Spike." She said nervously, stepping aside so he could come in.
" 'Ey, pet." He said, once again shocking himself at how calm he sounded.
He pulled her into a long, slow kiss, her body automatically molding against his, hitting all the places that made him shiver with pleasure . . .
"What do you want t' do tonight?" He asked, blue eyes sparkling with enough mischief to match his smirk.
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Buffy lay on the couch, leaning against Spike's chest. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders, their legs intertwined as they watched an old comedy playing on TV.
It was a pretty funny movie, and Buffy loved the way Spike's normally still chest vibrated when he laughed.
The movie ended and Buffy turned off the TV, playing with Spike's fingers.
"I'm going to get something to eat." She told him. "Do you want anything?"
"Wait a second, luv." Spike said, shifting so he could reach a hand into his pocket. "Might as well give this to you now, seein' as you're hungry and all."
He pulled out a slightly dented box of chocolates, handing it to the excited slayer.
"Figured you 'ad enough flowers." He commented.
"Oooooo!" Buffy squealed with delight. "Chocolate!"
She sat up instantly, opening the box and looking inside greedily. Her fingers hovered above the box, trying to select one of the delicious treats.
"Try this one." Spike recommended, choosing a dark chocolate and holding in tauntingly in front of Buffy's lips. She ate it from his hand, sucking on his finger as the fudge inside the chocolate seeped out, the luscious combination of both chocolate and Spike in her mouth overwhelming her.
She swallowed, and ran her tongue around his finger one last time before releasing it.
"You want one?" She asked him.
He grinned as an answer, and Buffy picked up a milk chocolate, holding lightly between her teeth. Spike brought his mouth to hers, pulling the candy from her teeth while his lips caressed hers.
Buffy smiled in response, letting a chocolate slide down her shirt.
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Spike licked the last bit of chocolate off Buffy's cheek, while she moaned and ran her hands up his bare chest.
"Want you." She breathed, pulling up from the floor and making sure Spike's body stayed against hers.
"Buffy." He said, carrying full-blown passion in that one word.
"Spike." The blond moaned, moving towards the stairs while still kissing him. "Need you. All of you. In me."
She practically screamed with frustration when he pulled out of the kiss.
"Are you sure, luv?" He asked, pale blue eyes searching her face.
"I'm sure." She answered. "So sure . . . I need you, Spike."
"Whatever my lady requests." Spike agreed, sweeping Buffy off her feet and carrying her up the rest of the stairs.
Shirts had long ago been discarded; pants and undergarments were removed while the kisses never stopped.
"Beautiful." Spike whispered as he sank into her warm and welcoming body. "So beautiful."
The soft mattress received their joint bodies; crushed under their combined weight were the few lingering blossoms of last night's romantic gesture.
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Spike gazed upward, listening to the blond woman in his arms pant with exhaustion, his own chest rising and falling rapidly even though he didn't need the air.
She was amazing-he had never felt like this before. His whole body ached for her, he felt like he could never get enough of the divine goddess lying at his side. They fit so perfectly together, it was as if they had been made for each other.
If this wasn't love, then Spike didn't know what was.
He was pulled out of his thoughts as a sob convulsed through Buffy's body.
"Buffy?" He asked, immediately turning towards her. "Luv, are you alright? Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to hurt you . . ."
"No, it's not you." She said, sniffling. "You were wonderful, amazing . . . it was better than anything."
"What is it then, pet?" He asked, brushing the lone tear off her cheek.
"It just that . . . this is when something bad happens. This is when you change, this is when you leave . . ."
"Never." Spike said ferociously. "I'm not goin' anywhere, I'm stayin' right here."
"Everyone always leaves."
"Not me. I love you to much to leave you." He peppered light kisses over her cheeks, drying the tears there.
"L-love?"
"Love."
A smile lit up Buffy's face as she snuggled against Spike's chest, closing her eyes in exhaustion. He loved her! Her whole being sang with joy. He loved her, and he wasn't going anywhere.
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AN: So, what did you think? Review, review, review!!!!
