Stamina - September 2002
Chapter Eight
Spike unlocked the door of his apartment and led Buffy inside. Buffy looked around in complete shock. Spike's sparsely furnished apartment was very tastefully decorated. She sat down on the black leather sofa and just stared at Spike, who was in the kitchen fixing drinks. Oddly enough the layout wasn't much different from the layout at Giles' old place. There was only one floor though. The bedroom was behind the kitchen, to the right of the bathroom. The walls were a warm tan color. Buffy felt strangely at home in the former vampire's apartment.
Spike walked over and handed Buffy her drink and sat on the coffee table, facing her. He rested his elbows on his knees, letting his forearms comfortably rest. He leaned toward Buffy. He studied her face very carefully before he began.
"Buffy, I'm the same person I was before, only a little better now. I still love you. I remember everything about you. I have a soul now though, I can walk outside in the daytime without my contents being able to fit into an ashtray afterwards. Hell, we can even go to church together if you wanted. I'm an updated version, I'm more than I was before. I did all of this for you luv. I love you, I would do anything for you."
Buffy just stared at him. His eyes just saw right through her. They saw straight to her soul. Her shaky hand reached out and stroked his now warm face. It felt strange, but nice to be touching him once more. Spike leaned in closer and softly kissed her lips. There was only tenderness in this kiss, only love and devotion. Spike pulled Buffy onto his lap, never removing his lips from hers. The moment that Buffy was on his lap their kiss deepened, became more passionate, almost desperate. Buffy wrapped her arms around Spike's neck, pushing herself onto the bulge in his pants. They were lost in one another. The heat was almost too much for Spike and the lack of oxygen was freaking him out. He pulled back from the kiss and hungrily stared at Buffy. His eyes were filled with long forgotten lust, Buffy chewed on her bottom lip.
"Buffy, you want to go the bedroom luv?" Spike whispered hotly in his ear.
Buffy just nodded enthusiastically. She was even more excited by the use of her name. In one graceful movement he lifted Buffy up, her legs still wound tightly around his waist. Spike momentarily noticed that Buffy seemed to weigh a little more than she used to, he was having more trouble carrying her than he used to. He shrugged the thought off and concentrated on a naked Buffy. When they entered the room, Spike lay Buffy on the bed. He leaned over her and began to kiss her passionately once more. His hands caressed her soft skin, the curve of her stomach, her slender arms. His hands moved over her stomach once more, and with once carefully maneuvered hand he was gently caressing her lips, one figure teasingly threatening to enter her. Buffy arched her back and began to moan. Spike's mouth found it's way to Buffy's supple breasts. He began to tease and lick the nipples, almost sending Buffy over the edge.
"Clothes, need.to.come.off." Spike whispered hoarsely, struggling to unzip his slacks.
Buffy stood up nervously from the bed. Her face flushed a bright red. She pulled the pins out of her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. She then purposely moved her hands possessively over her body. Spike stopped removing his own clothes and just stared at his beautiful siren. His mouth watered as Buffy pulled her flimsy top over her head, he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and her small firm breasts were there, begging for his touch. He started to stand, wanting to go to her. Buffy shoved him back on the bed and continued her torturous dance. Buffy then leaned over and ran her hands up her smooth, silky legs, her tight stomach, up through her golden hair. She then swiftly unclasped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
Spike stared at her longingly, and when he saw her white lace panties, he couldn't help himself. Spike's erection painfully pressed against his pants. He had to have her, right then. He carefully unzipped his pants, letting his cock fall free. He methodically stroked it, while watching his beautiful goddess. His eyes never left her. Buffy noticed what Spike was doing. She dropped to all fours and slinked across the room like a jungle cat. She stared at him seductively before she took the head of his shaft into her mouth. She sucked slowly, teasing him. Spike groaned at the way she was touching him. He ran his hands through her hair, encouraging her. Buffy sucked and licked his hardness, savoring the salty sweet taste of it. Spike knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer and snatched Buffy up onto his lap.
Spike ripped off Buffy's flimsy underwear and tossed them to the side. He needed her. He gently entered her, wanting to tease her. Buffy couldn't take it, she ground herself down onto of him and started pumping wildly, let herself loose with the wonderful feeling that was him. Spike nipped and teased her breasts as Buffy fucked him wildly.
"God I love you, I missed you so much." Spike growled into Buffy's ear.
Buffy just moaned, she could feel her climax coming. She arched her back and prepared for it. She came with white hot flashes of light. Her body was tensing and releasing from within seconds of each other. She wrapped her arms around her lover and he continually pounded into her. He soon came and grabbed Buffy even tighter. He rested his head on her shoulder, drinking in the moment.
He then collapsed on the bed. She followed him. Their bodies were hopelessly intertwined. They smelled of sex and lust and sweat. Buffy stared at Spike lovingly as he started to drift off to sleep. She herself, was now restless and attempted to wake her sleeping lover. Buffy soon gave up, Spike was out like a light. She looked at the clock, it was only one am. Slightly peeved by Spike's new lack of stamina, Buffy threw on some clothes and went to stare at the TV for the next four hours.
Spike unlocked the door of his apartment and led Buffy inside. Buffy looked around in complete shock. Spike's sparsely furnished apartment was very tastefully decorated. She sat down on the black leather sofa and just stared at Spike, who was in the kitchen fixing drinks. Oddly enough the layout wasn't much different from the layout at Giles' old place. There was only one floor though. The bedroom was behind the kitchen, to the right of the bathroom. The walls were a warm tan color. Buffy felt strangely at home in the former vampire's apartment.
Spike walked over and handed Buffy her drink and sat on the coffee table, facing her. He rested his elbows on his knees, letting his forearms comfortably rest. He leaned toward Buffy. He studied her face very carefully before he began.
"Buffy, I'm the same person I was before, only a little better now. I still love you. I remember everything about you. I have a soul now though, I can walk outside in the daytime without my contents being able to fit into an ashtray afterwards. Hell, we can even go to church together if you wanted. I'm an updated version, I'm more than I was before. I did all of this for you luv. I love you, I would do anything for you."
Buffy just stared at him. His eyes just saw right through her. They saw straight to her soul. Her shaky hand reached out and stroked his now warm face. It felt strange, but nice to be touching him once more. Spike leaned in closer and softly kissed her lips. There was only tenderness in this kiss, only love and devotion. Spike pulled Buffy onto his lap, never removing his lips from hers. The moment that Buffy was on his lap their kiss deepened, became more passionate, almost desperate. Buffy wrapped her arms around Spike's neck, pushing herself onto the bulge in his pants. They were lost in one another. The heat was almost too much for Spike and the lack of oxygen was freaking him out. He pulled back from the kiss and hungrily stared at Buffy. His eyes were filled with long forgotten lust, Buffy chewed on her bottom lip.
"Buffy, you want to go the bedroom luv?" Spike whispered hotly in his ear.
Buffy just nodded enthusiastically. She was even more excited by the use of her name. In one graceful movement he lifted Buffy up, her legs still wound tightly around his waist. Spike momentarily noticed that Buffy seemed to weigh a little more than she used to, he was having more trouble carrying her than he used to. He shrugged the thought off and concentrated on a naked Buffy. When they entered the room, Spike lay Buffy on the bed. He leaned over her and began to kiss her passionately once more. His hands caressed her soft skin, the curve of her stomach, her slender arms. His hands moved over her stomach once more, and with once carefully maneuvered hand he was gently caressing her lips, one figure teasingly threatening to enter her. Buffy arched her back and began to moan. Spike's mouth found it's way to Buffy's supple breasts. He began to tease and lick the nipples, almost sending Buffy over the edge.
"Clothes, need.to.come.off." Spike whispered hoarsely, struggling to unzip his slacks.
Buffy stood up nervously from the bed. Her face flushed a bright red. She pulled the pins out of her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. She then purposely moved her hands possessively over her body. Spike stopped removing his own clothes and just stared at his beautiful siren. His mouth watered as Buffy pulled her flimsy top over her head, he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and her small firm breasts were there, begging for his touch. He started to stand, wanting to go to her. Buffy shoved him back on the bed and continued her torturous dance. Buffy then leaned over and ran her hands up her smooth, silky legs, her tight stomach, up through her golden hair. She then swiftly unclasped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
Spike stared at her longingly, and when he saw her white lace panties, he couldn't help himself. Spike's erection painfully pressed against his pants. He had to have her, right then. He carefully unzipped his pants, letting his cock fall free. He methodically stroked it, while watching his beautiful goddess. His eyes never left her. Buffy noticed what Spike was doing. She dropped to all fours and slinked across the room like a jungle cat. She stared at him seductively before she took the head of his shaft into her mouth. She sucked slowly, teasing him. Spike groaned at the way she was touching him. He ran his hands through her hair, encouraging her. Buffy sucked and licked his hardness, savoring the salty sweet taste of it. Spike knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer and snatched Buffy up onto his lap.
Spike ripped off Buffy's flimsy underwear and tossed them to the side. He needed her. He gently entered her, wanting to tease her. Buffy couldn't take it, she ground herself down onto of him and started pumping wildly, let herself loose with the wonderful feeling that was him. Spike nipped and teased her breasts as Buffy fucked him wildly.
"God I love you, I missed you so much." Spike growled into Buffy's ear.
Buffy just moaned, she could feel her climax coming. She arched her back and prepared for it. She came with white hot flashes of light. Her body was tensing and releasing from within seconds of each other. She wrapped her arms around her lover and he continually pounded into her. He soon came and grabbed Buffy even tighter. He rested his head on her shoulder, drinking in the moment.
He then collapsed on the bed. She followed him. Their bodies were hopelessly intertwined. They smelled of sex and lust and sweat. Buffy stared at Spike lovingly as he started to drift off to sleep. She herself, was now restless and attempted to wake her sleeping lover. Buffy soon gave up, Spike was out like a light. She looked at the clock, it was only one am. Slightly peeved by Spike's new lack of stamina, Buffy threw on some clothes and went to stare at the TV for the next four hours.