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Chapter 23: Normal Again
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"Mmm hmm," he nodded affirmatively, smirking with amusement as she pushed off his red over-shirt.
"I need you, Spike. Now."
He gently pulled her against him and tenderly kissed her. One hand entwined in her hair, the other slowly easing down the zipper of the ritualistic dress. She parted her lips, allowing him to slip his tongue inside. He peeled the blue velvet off her shoulders, leaving it to rest at her waist for the moment. She tugged Spike's black t-shirt over his head and placed a heated kiss in the middle of his chest.
He felt a strange heat radiate through his body from where she touched him when he was tickled by a light breath brushing over his skin. He could have sworn she'd just whispered 'I love you, Spike' but he chalked it up to wishful thinking on his part. He kissed her neck and heard her moan when he brushed his thumb over her hardening nipple. He kissed his way down her neck while he gently caressed one soft mound, before moving his mouth to cover her taught nipple. He adjusted the dress, letting it fall to the floor. He was shocked when he realized that Andrea wasn't wearing panties, but smiled against her skin when he remembered why.
She pulled Spike onto the bed, her thighs spread easily as he lay between them. She unsnapped his jeans and eased the zipper down over the erection that was straining against the black denim. Andrea toed the pants over his hips, down his legs and they landed with a soft whoosh on the floor.
Without warning, he rolled onto his back, leaving her perched atop him. She blinked down at him as he smirked at her surprise. She laughed softly and lowered herself down onto the hard length of him. For a moment, she didn't move, relishing the fell of him deep and snuggly inside her. Then she rolled her hips, ignoring the pain that shot through her back.
"Andrea. . .Oh, Jesus," he groaned. His hands come to rest on her hipbones as she moved on top of him. Their breathing became increasingly irregular and ragged, their climax mounting until she shuddered violently with her orgasm, followed closely by Spike.
After a few minutes, which they used to get their breathing under control, she slid off of him and curled up against him, resting her cheek on his chest. He lightly ran his fingers in circles on her shoulder.
Neither of them spoke, just enjoying the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking.
But something was different to Andrea. She frowned slightly, attempting to identify exactly what it was that was different. She heard a soft thump from Spike's chest. Thump? What the . . .? Oh, my God!
"Spike?" Andrea said, sitting up and pressing her fingers against the inside of his wrist. Blood pounded beneath his warm skin. "Oh, my God, Spike." He looked completely bewildered.
"What? What is it, love?"
"Your. . .Your heart is beating." He frowned. He placed two fingers against his neck, eyes widening when he felt a strong and healthy pulse beating against his fingertips.
"Bloody hell! I'm alive!"
* * *
It was almost noon, and Andrea stood in the open doorway of her house and watched Spike happily running up and down the street. He returned to her lawn.
"Come on," he laughed. She smiled and shook her head, not moving. Jill bounded out the door and quickly climbed up a tree in the yard to watch. "Don't make me come up there and get you," he warned. She just grinned wider and shook her head again. "Suit yourself, love." He jogged up to her, and she turned to run back into the house, but he scooped her up by the waist, dragging her outside with him. Then he plopped her on the ground in the middle of her lawn.
"What are you. . . ?" She trailed off as he moved to the flower bed next to the door and fiddled with a tap. Her eyes widened with realization. "Oh, no, you don't. I don't think so!" She'd just started to stand when the steady spray of freezing cold water hit her. She shrieked. "You asshole!" She tackled him to the ground, her sopping clothes soaking Spike almost as badly. She wrestled the garden hose from his grip, hazel eyes glinting devilishly when she shoved the nozzle down the front of his jeans.
"Sodding hell," he cursed loudly. Spike frantically yanked the hose out of his pants, tossing it to the side. Then he laughed, dragging her down so he could kiss her.
Before the kiss could progress into something more serious, Andrea pulled away. He looked at her questioningly. She smiled slightly.
"Don't want to give the neighbors a free peep show," she explained. They stood and moved to the door. He gazed down at her, brushing a dripping strand of hair away from her face.
"Pet, what's wrong? Figured you'd be happy," he said, his blue eyes filled with confusion.
"I am happy. I just . . ." She trailed off, then tried again. "This changes things. For both of us. I. . .think we should take some time to think about things. Figure out what we want." He swallowed.
"How much time?"
"I dunno. A few weeks, maybe?" Her voice was shaky, her eyes echoing the pain and hurt in his own.
"Fine," he said harshly, turning away and hurrying to the sidewalk.
"Spike, I. . ." she called. She what? She lots of things. She was sorry. She was confused. She had just done the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. She loved him.
But he was human now. He could be with any woman he wanted in the whole world. What would he want with her?
A/N: Oh, I know. . .Please don't hate me. I promise everything will work out for the best in the end. Trust me. I've gotten them this far, I'm not gunna just drop them. I'll try to update soon to make it easier on you guys. Thanks to everyone who's still reading. Andie ;)
"Mmm hmm," he nodded affirmatively, smirking with amusement as she pushed off his red over-shirt.
"I need you, Spike. Now."
He gently pulled her against him and tenderly kissed her. One hand entwined in her hair, the other slowly easing down the zipper of the ritualistic dress. She parted her lips, allowing him to slip his tongue inside. He peeled the blue velvet off her shoulders, leaving it to rest at her waist for the moment. She tugged Spike's black t-shirt over his head and placed a heated kiss in the middle of his chest.
He felt a strange heat radiate through his body from where she touched him when he was tickled by a light breath brushing over his skin. He could have sworn she'd just whispered 'I love you, Spike' but he chalked it up to wishful thinking on his part. He kissed her neck and heard her moan when he brushed his thumb over her hardening nipple. He kissed his way down her neck while he gently caressed one soft mound, before moving his mouth to cover her taught nipple. He adjusted the dress, letting it fall to the floor. He was shocked when he realized that Andrea wasn't wearing panties, but smiled against her skin when he remembered why.
She pulled Spike onto the bed, her thighs spread easily as he lay between them. She unsnapped his jeans and eased the zipper down over the erection that was straining against the black denim. Andrea toed the pants over his hips, down his legs and they landed with a soft whoosh on the floor.
Without warning, he rolled onto his back, leaving her perched atop him. She blinked down at him as he smirked at her surprise. She laughed softly and lowered herself down onto the hard length of him. For a moment, she didn't move, relishing the fell of him deep and snuggly inside her. Then she rolled her hips, ignoring the pain that shot through her back.
"Andrea. . .Oh, Jesus," he groaned. His hands come to rest on her hipbones as she moved on top of him. Their breathing became increasingly irregular and ragged, their climax mounting until she shuddered violently with her orgasm, followed closely by Spike.
After a few minutes, which they used to get their breathing under control, she slid off of him and curled up against him, resting her cheek on his chest. He lightly ran his fingers in circles on her shoulder.
Neither of them spoke, just enjoying the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking.
But something was different to Andrea. She frowned slightly, attempting to identify exactly what it was that was different. She heard a soft thump from Spike's chest. Thump? What the . . .? Oh, my God!
"Spike?" Andrea said, sitting up and pressing her fingers against the inside of his wrist. Blood pounded beneath his warm skin. "Oh, my God, Spike." He looked completely bewildered.
"What? What is it, love?"
"Your. . .Your heart is beating." He frowned. He placed two fingers against his neck, eyes widening when he felt a strong and healthy pulse beating against his fingertips.
"Bloody hell! I'm alive!"
* * *
It was almost noon, and Andrea stood in the open doorway of her house and watched Spike happily running up and down the street. He returned to her lawn.
"Come on," he laughed. She smiled and shook her head, not moving. Jill bounded out the door and quickly climbed up a tree in the yard to watch. "Don't make me come up there and get you," he warned. She just grinned wider and shook her head again. "Suit yourself, love." He jogged up to her, and she turned to run back into the house, but he scooped her up by the waist, dragging her outside with him. Then he plopped her on the ground in the middle of her lawn.
"What are you. . . ?" She trailed off as he moved to the flower bed next to the door and fiddled with a tap. Her eyes widened with realization. "Oh, no, you don't. I don't think so!" She'd just started to stand when the steady spray of freezing cold water hit her. She shrieked. "You asshole!" She tackled him to the ground, her sopping clothes soaking Spike almost as badly. She wrestled the garden hose from his grip, hazel eyes glinting devilishly when she shoved the nozzle down the front of his jeans.
"Sodding hell," he cursed loudly. Spike frantically yanked the hose out of his pants, tossing it to the side. Then he laughed, dragging her down so he could kiss her.
Before the kiss could progress into something more serious, Andrea pulled away. He looked at her questioningly. She smiled slightly.
"Don't want to give the neighbors a free peep show," she explained. They stood and moved to the door. He gazed down at her, brushing a dripping strand of hair away from her face.
"Pet, what's wrong? Figured you'd be happy," he said, his blue eyes filled with confusion.
"I am happy. I just . . ." She trailed off, then tried again. "This changes things. For both of us. I. . .think we should take some time to think about things. Figure out what we want." He swallowed.
"How much time?"
"I dunno. A few weeks, maybe?" Her voice was shaky, her eyes echoing the pain and hurt in his own.
"Fine," he said harshly, turning away and hurrying to the sidewalk.
"Spike, I. . ." she called. She what? She lots of things. She was sorry. She was confused. She had just done the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. She loved him.
But he was human now. He could be with any woman he wanted in the whole world. What would he want with her?
A/N: Oh, I know. . .Please don't hate me. I promise everything will work out for the best in the end. Trust me. I've gotten them this far, I'm not gunna just drop them. I'll try to update soon to make it easier on you guys. Thanks to everyone who's still reading. Andie ;)