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Ten: Swept Away
By Annie
2003-03-26
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He flew to his feet, standing completely frozen as to what the hell he should do before he ran up to the pipe and reached his hands up to grab it. The water was gushing; the mouth of the pipe spewing it, bleeding it, pouring it to drown him. Good thing he wasn't air-bound to survive.
"What happened?!" he heard Buffy's yell through the streaming water and he turned his head best he could as it was directly under the unnatural waterfall.
"Not now!" he bellowed back, struggling to grasp the pipe and bend it up to its original position.
Buffy stared at the scene, blinking. Then moved to help. Spike felt her small frame against his own and he looked down. She had her eyes closed and then seemed to decide that bending her head down might help in keeping her face away from the violent shower. Her hands slipped up and brushed against his before grabbing a hold as well.
He almost smiled. She really was too short to be of much use in the particular task and then he shook his head.
"See if you can find a wrench!" he demanded and she took a step back, getting the water out of her nose with small noises as she wiped at it with one hand, opening her eyes and meeting his.
"What?!" she asked.
"Get-a-wrench!" he repeated with a small nod toward the bookshelf. "Something to tighten the bolt with!" he added and she nodded, moving in the direction he had instructed as he let the pipe go for a second to tear his T-shirt over his head.
He bundled it up and then reached up once more, in order to press it against the steady flow. It didn't help and soon he bagged the idea, throwing the fabric aside and simply directing his attention at getting the pipe straight again.
Buffy had begun to dig through the box of tools, but now she gave that approach up and simply tore it down onto the floor, spreading the tools out before her to frantically search for what he would need.
"Hah!" she exclaimed, grabbing her find and getting to her feet.
Rushing up to him she watched him as he got the pipe's mouth to kiss the one of its match, which it had been so cruelly torn apart from. The water sprayed disapprovingly as the openings gracefully touched each other - the former was seemingly set on not being locked up again.
"Do it!" Spike yelled and she nodded, moving up and reaching up her arms, putting the wrench's two teeth around the rusty old bolt which necklaced the end of the pipe still providing the water.
Twisting it until she thought she was going to faint from the excruciatingly exhausting stint it was finally locked tight enough to hold the pipe in place and the only testament to the flood, which a mere few minutes earlier had threatened to swallow them whole, was a slow trickle dripping onto the floor triumphantly - saying "You may have incarcerated my mother, but I have prevailed!"
Buffy let the wrench go with her hands aching from the effort. It fell to the floor with three hard clonks and then lay still and dead, as though it had done what it had been made for and now wished to slip out of man's mind forever.
She took a step back. Her clothes were soaked straight through, her hair hung in tangles around her head and it dropped happy tears down her back and shoulders as it celebrated the dust and dirt having been gotten rid from it. Her breathing was slow, deep, and she swallowed, shaking her head a little.
About to say something she looked up and her breath, the words, and her heart caught in her throat.
The water glistened across his torso, trailing over his muscular biceps, the tautness of his abs and chest. His pants were slimmed around his trimmed thighs.
He was the image of a god after the first spring rain; the mystery, the puzzle, the untouchable.
Her mouth fell open slightly and then she swallowed again, raising her gaze to his. The blue of his eyes glittered at her and the depth of them had her finding herself inadvertently staring into them.
She wanted to run her hands up those incredible arms of his, feel them close around her, feel that tight chest against hers and...
She took a step to the side in an attempt at getting past him and into the closet, but he followed her movement and she closed her eyes with a quiet protest running through her mind. Opening them again she rested her gaze in his and felt the jolt of need rush through her as he took one step closer.
Spike waited. The desire was already burning in her eyes, and the way she had just looked at him had sent pleasurable shivers down his spine. Her clothes were more or less a mere second skin and he wanted it away from her. God, she was so damn beautiful it made him ache.
And then she moved. He met her half way and their mouths found each other. Parting their lips they let their tongues meet harshly and a small moan rose in the back of her throat as she got to finally grace him with her touch. Her fingers slid greedily down his chest, acquainting themselves with every last millimeter.
His hands clasped the front of her shirt and then ripped it open and she took her mouth from his with a surprised gasp. He leaned forward and slid his tongue over her wet skin, her hands moved over his arms before they buried themselves in his damp locks.
He took her right breast in his mouth and she closed her eyes, her mouth agape as she drew another breath. Tilting her head back she relished in the feel of his cool tongue and the subtle scrape of his teeth around her sensitive nipple. The touch sent waves of pleasure down further south and she grabbed fistfuls of his hair as she pushed his mouth closer.
Moving his head up he rested it before hers for a second, her eyes in his and then their lips once more fell on the other's and the kiss deepened as she pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
His hands slid over her stomach to her waist, pushing the opened shirt away and caressing her skin before sliding them down and grabbing her buttocks roughly, making another groan rise from her as her kiss grew even more demanding.
Then she let her mouth leave his as she glided with her tongue down the side of his throat and further down his chest, catching droplets as she went and stopping only when she came across a certain spot which she thought deserved a kiss. He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip and frowning slightly as her caresses sent waves of inexperienced heat through his entire body. This was new, and he felt as though she was ripping him in half.
Her hands slid down the front of his thighs as she got to her knees before him, then she moved them up again, to the clasp of his belt. She unbuckled it before getting to work on the button of his pants. He had to draw a small breath and hold it, though he wasn't at all sure why he did. She got him to kick off his shoes before she pulled the pants down and had him step out of them.
At the sudden touch of warm fingers lightly brushing his already throbbing erection he opened his eyes and bent down to grab her, pulling her to her feet. He was done with her having the upper-hand. Her eyes showed mere expectancy as they traveled from his gaze to his mouth and then her hands once more slid over his torso, down to his waist and to the small of his back as she stepped into him.
Tilting her head back she looked up at him and he met her eyes.
"Buffy," he mumbled and the small smile on her lips made him move his head forward to have his lips on hers again.
The kiss was this time unforgiving, merciless, knee-bending and they both forced the other to completely succumb. In each others arms they were weaker and yet stronger than ever before and the everlasting war had found a new battlefield.
He got the shirt off her by means not very clear to him, and still kissing her he somehow managed to get the button to her pants undone as well as sliding them down far enough for her to do the rest of the job herself - and removing her shoes - without having to take her mouth from his for even a second. He wouldn't have let her. Her taste was filling him up and he was growing addicted to it.
Her underwear had gone down with the pants and now their arms wrapped around the other's naked form tightly. His hands roamed her curves, owned her as he so had wanted, pressed her to him. And she let the emotions ravish her, let the sanity elude her for the blindfolded craving to have him, all of him.
They were animals, clawing at each other; ripping away the shield that - up until that moment - had parted them. Tearing the natural self preservation string in their heated blood into shreds.
It was a born disaster which neither one of them could do anything but cherish, because with its birth they were set flying and that high - forbidden and otherwise unreachable - grasped them breathlessly.
He turned them around and she felt herself bend her knees as he sunk them down onto the mattresses.
She was ready for him, more ready than she thought she had ever been and would ever be for anything. It was driving her out of her mind not feeling him inside of her and she pushed her hips up as she opened her eyes, taking her mouth from his and he opened his eyes as well, questioning.
Her chest was heaving heavily beneath him, her blood was pushing through her veins like freight trains and the sound of her heart beating was echoing in his head. Her scent and taste was everything. Was him.
He moved his hips forward and slid into her; both pairs of eyes growing wide, two mouths hanging open in silent agreement to the unspoken, coursing pleasure; two hands grasping the mattress, two hands clasping his shoulders.
He filled her, fitted her, moved within her and she drew an unnoticeable, shaky breath as her eyes rested in his. The shock was carefully making itself known to both of them. They were actually doing this.
And then he moved his hips a little and she gasped, closing her eyes and meeting him as the silence was broken by her rising moan. At the sound of it he was awakened from the state of partial confusion and his thrusts began to pick up their pace as her groans grew louder.
She put her head up, caught his mouth in hers and kissed him deeply as she once more buried her hands in his blonde curls. Rolling them over she sat up and his eyes grew as she began to ride him. Her muscles were tight and hot and he grabbed her thighs before sliding his hands to her hips. Then he sat up as well, having his hands move up over her back as he pushed her closer.
The fire was consuming and too bright for them both. They were pleasurably warmed by it, still unthinkably scorched and they gasped in unison as it continued to grow - kindled by rough touches, deep kisses, low moans.
The passion was stripped naked between them and they both fondled it, explored it with unembarrassed and unleashed desire to feel all of it with no restraints. There were no laws left, and even if there had been they would have broken them without ever looking back to watch the pieces fall to the ground.
Spike's eyes grew wide again. The feel of her was incredible, changing with every new step closer she came to the peak and he drew a breath.
"Slayer," he gasped and she opened her eyes to meet his. "Holy f-...!" he began, but she cut him off by leaning forward and attacking his lips with her own, kissing him harshly as he exploded into her and her own groans grew louder as she clung to him.
They slowly descended into their own bodies again. Buffy was trembling, her arms still around him and their mouths still against the others though the kiss was interrupted and she was taking steadying breaths, trying to calm her racing heart as she couldn't help but enjoy the aftermath of the blinding orgasm she had just experienced.
With Spike.
With SPIKE.
She unwrapped her arms and pulled herself away from him, having him make a face as he had to glide out of her, and then she got to her feet on much too shaky legs before she reached down and grabbed his duster - which had been lying on the floor at her feet. She wrapped it around herself as she glared at the vampire.
He looked quite calm, leaning back on his elbows as he watched her where she stood so suddenly back on obvious bitch mode.
"So that's how it is?" he asked and she narrowed her eyes, not answering and holding the leather tighter around her. "Use 'em and lose 'em?" he elaborated and her gaze grew indignantly annoyed.
"Shut up," she muttered, looking around the room in search for something to cover herself up with that didn't have his scent all over it.
Her eyes caught the glimpse of a blanket still left on the bottom shelf of the bookcase and she turned from him in favor for that rescue. She quickly made her way up to it, satisfied that her ability to maneuver her parts hadn't completely left her, and then she took a hold on the blanket. Making sure to wrap it around her shoulders before she let the duster deter from the mission to protect her naked form from his gaze.
He huffed from across the room and she looked up with a scowl.
"What is it now?" she asked as she came back up to him, stopping eight feet away before she threw the duster on him.
He tossed it aside before getting to his feet and she fought hard not to let her eyes take him in as she kept them in his steadily.
"'What is it now?'" he repeated with a smirk, approaching her stealthily and she bit her jaws together as she raised her eyebrows in very well faked indifference.
"Yes," she replied, holding her ground as he stopped before her.
Damn, he was hot. He was more than hot, he was sizzling. That lower lip of his was a constant weak-spot to her and she refused to look at it now, knowing that if she did she would only want to take it in her mouth; knowing full-well where that would lead as it was bound to end up in another kissing marathon and...she was getting herself turned on again.
Not a good thing.
Especially not with all of his goodiness within reach...
Buffy! Stop it!
Now he reached out a hand and slid it between the small slot of blanket hems by her right hip. His touch made the ache for the feel of him start to once again gain power and she swallowed. His fingertips graced her hip as his eyes were growing seductive, telling her all the things he could promise her she would have if she only let that ridiculous attempt at distancing herself from him fall to the floor.
"Spike," she murmured, wanting it to have to sound of a resonant threat somewhere in the back of it - but it failed as it more or less sounded like a plea.
"What?" he asked, stepping into her as his hand glided to her back instead and she closed her eyes as he bent down and kissed her collarbone - exposed since the blanket was hanging loosely by her shoulders by now.
"I can't," she tried and he lifted his head to look at her.
"You can't?" he asked, his right hand reaching up and lightly tugging the fabric off of her. Without any further resistance it tumbled around her ankles; persecuted, judged, executed.
She shook her head now; feeling his strong arms slide around her and pull her to him, feeling her own arms glide around his neck, feeling her whole body drinking the sensations it received from him as though it had been thirsty for decades.
"There's no use trying to fight this," he murmured, bending forward to kiss the side of her throat. "We've both wanted it since that first moment..." he added and she tore away from him, pushing him to take a step back.
"I have NOT wanted you since 'that first moment'," she assured. "This only happened 'cause of this...traumatic situation and... the water and... you were all wet and shirtless and I'd never seen you like that before and..."
"And what?" he smirked. "You got horny enough to shag your very own, little favorite nemesis' brains out just 'cause he got himself wet?"
She shook her head at him.
"You know, you always do that. You always twist my words around 'til I'm not even sure MYSELF what the hell I was meaning to say," she stated, crossing her arms over her chest and he smiled widely as the thought came to him - he would probably never be able to see her do that from this moment on without remembering her doing it before him with not one string of clothing on her.
It really took the edge of it, didn't it?
She glared at him, not knowing what he was thinking, but convinced beyond any doubt that it was something dirty.
"And I didn't 'shag your brains out'," she now added before she grew slightly self-consious, adding: "Did I?"
He cocked an eyebrow.
"I dunno, Slayer. If you asked me I'd have to proclaim you the lay of the century," he replied and her eyes grew hard before she took the few steps dividing them and hit him over the jaw.
He straightened himself up again, facing her. The small smile gracing his lips made her come to the conclusion that she had just played whatever role he had ordained her perfectly. And as he grabbed her she became painfully aware of how right that conclusion was.
His lips met hers and she huffed, squirming away from him the best she could with the anger rising bitterly in her chest. Getting up enough strength to get herself out of his grip was hard enough, making herself take a few steps away from him was damn near impossible, though she succeeded.
"Stop it," she hissed and he smirked again.
"Is that a real request, or just one of those you have to say to make daddy Watcher proud when you don't have to lie about how you tried with your last breath to not give in to the fiend's demonic schemes?" he inquired and the growing hatred in her eyes made him chuckle to himself. "Or perhaps it's just what you need to tell yourself... so that when all is said and done you can blame it all - your weakness, your fears, your needs, your finally reached freedom - on me?"
He took a step forward and she jumped back, shaking her head slowly.
"Do you think I WANTED this to happen?" she asked, voice unsteady with her restrained fury, rising at the mere thought if his words carrying a grain of truth.
"I think you've wanted this to happen for a real long time, love," he replied, eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light of the room. "As have I."
"Really?" she asked. "You're admitting to it?"
He smirked.
"I didn't even realize how much until I felt your sweat rubbing off on me," he then stated and she clenched her jaws together.
"I don't even..." she trailed off.
"What?" he asked, tilting his head a little to one side. "Like me?" he then asked and her eyes showed that he had filled in the missing part. "This has nothing to do with liking or disliking, loving or hating," he added, once more approaching her and this time she couldn't bring herself to move. "This has nothing to do with anything but..." he murmured, burying his face in her locks before reaching down and letting two fingers grace her clit.
She leaned against him, closing her eyes, and her heart began to pick up its pace again. And once again she was losing herself completely.
"Oh, God," she whined, her hands moving up to grab his shoulders.
"I try my best," he mumbled in her ear and against her will she found herself smiling.
And once more she was swept away.
By him.
With him.
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Ten: Swept Away
By Annie
2003-03-26
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He flew to his feet, standing completely frozen as to what the hell he should do before he ran up to the pipe and reached his hands up to grab it. The water was gushing; the mouth of the pipe spewing it, bleeding it, pouring it to drown him. Good thing he wasn't air-bound to survive.
"What happened?!" he heard Buffy's yell through the streaming water and he turned his head best he could as it was directly under the unnatural waterfall.
"Not now!" he bellowed back, struggling to grasp the pipe and bend it up to its original position.
Buffy stared at the scene, blinking. Then moved to help. Spike felt her small frame against his own and he looked down. She had her eyes closed and then seemed to decide that bending her head down might help in keeping her face away from the violent shower. Her hands slipped up and brushed against his before grabbing a hold as well.
He almost smiled. She really was too short to be of much use in the particular task and then he shook his head.
"See if you can find a wrench!" he demanded and she took a step back, getting the water out of her nose with small noises as she wiped at it with one hand, opening her eyes and meeting his.
"What?!" she asked.
"Get-a-wrench!" he repeated with a small nod toward the bookshelf. "Something to tighten the bolt with!" he added and she nodded, moving in the direction he had instructed as he let the pipe go for a second to tear his T-shirt over his head.
He bundled it up and then reached up once more, in order to press it against the steady flow. It didn't help and soon he bagged the idea, throwing the fabric aside and simply directing his attention at getting the pipe straight again.
Buffy had begun to dig through the box of tools, but now she gave that approach up and simply tore it down onto the floor, spreading the tools out before her to frantically search for what he would need.
"Hah!" she exclaimed, grabbing her find and getting to her feet.
Rushing up to him she watched him as he got the pipe's mouth to kiss the one of its match, which it had been so cruelly torn apart from. The water sprayed disapprovingly as the openings gracefully touched each other - the former was seemingly set on not being locked up again.
"Do it!" Spike yelled and she nodded, moving up and reaching up her arms, putting the wrench's two teeth around the rusty old bolt which necklaced the end of the pipe still providing the water.
Twisting it until she thought she was going to faint from the excruciatingly exhausting stint it was finally locked tight enough to hold the pipe in place and the only testament to the flood, which a mere few minutes earlier had threatened to swallow them whole, was a slow trickle dripping onto the floor triumphantly - saying "You may have incarcerated my mother, but I have prevailed!"
Buffy let the wrench go with her hands aching from the effort. It fell to the floor with three hard clonks and then lay still and dead, as though it had done what it had been made for and now wished to slip out of man's mind forever.
She took a step back. Her clothes were soaked straight through, her hair hung in tangles around her head and it dropped happy tears down her back and shoulders as it celebrated the dust and dirt having been gotten rid from it. Her breathing was slow, deep, and she swallowed, shaking her head a little.
About to say something she looked up and her breath, the words, and her heart caught in her throat.
The water glistened across his torso, trailing over his muscular biceps, the tautness of his abs and chest. His pants were slimmed around his trimmed thighs.
He was the image of a god after the first spring rain; the mystery, the puzzle, the untouchable.
Her mouth fell open slightly and then she swallowed again, raising her gaze to his. The blue of his eyes glittered at her and the depth of them had her finding herself inadvertently staring into them.
She wanted to run her hands up those incredible arms of his, feel them close around her, feel that tight chest against hers and...
She took a step to the side in an attempt at getting past him and into the closet, but he followed her movement and she closed her eyes with a quiet protest running through her mind. Opening them again she rested her gaze in his and felt the jolt of need rush through her as he took one step closer.
Spike waited. The desire was already burning in her eyes, and the way she had just looked at him had sent pleasurable shivers down his spine. Her clothes were more or less a mere second skin and he wanted it away from her. God, she was so damn beautiful it made him ache.
And then she moved. He met her half way and their mouths found each other. Parting their lips they let their tongues meet harshly and a small moan rose in the back of her throat as she got to finally grace him with her touch. Her fingers slid greedily down his chest, acquainting themselves with every last millimeter.
His hands clasped the front of her shirt and then ripped it open and she took her mouth from his with a surprised gasp. He leaned forward and slid his tongue over her wet skin, her hands moved over his arms before they buried themselves in his damp locks.
He took her right breast in his mouth and she closed her eyes, her mouth agape as she drew another breath. Tilting her head back she relished in the feel of his cool tongue and the subtle scrape of his teeth around her sensitive nipple. The touch sent waves of pleasure down further south and she grabbed fistfuls of his hair as she pushed his mouth closer.
Moving his head up he rested it before hers for a second, her eyes in his and then their lips once more fell on the other's and the kiss deepened as she pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
His hands slid over her stomach to her waist, pushing the opened shirt away and caressing her skin before sliding them down and grabbing her buttocks roughly, making another groan rise from her as her kiss grew even more demanding.
Then she let her mouth leave his as she glided with her tongue down the side of his throat and further down his chest, catching droplets as she went and stopping only when she came across a certain spot which she thought deserved a kiss. He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip and frowning slightly as her caresses sent waves of inexperienced heat through his entire body. This was new, and he felt as though she was ripping him in half.
Her hands slid down the front of his thighs as she got to her knees before him, then she moved them up again, to the clasp of his belt. She unbuckled it before getting to work on the button of his pants. He had to draw a small breath and hold it, though he wasn't at all sure why he did. She got him to kick off his shoes before she pulled the pants down and had him step out of them.
At the sudden touch of warm fingers lightly brushing his already throbbing erection he opened his eyes and bent down to grab her, pulling her to her feet. He was done with her having the upper-hand. Her eyes showed mere expectancy as they traveled from his gaze to his mouth and then her hands once more slid over his torso, down to his waist and to the small of his back as she stepped into him.
Tilting her head back she looked up at him and he met her eyes.
"Buffy," he mumbled and the small smile on her lips made him move his head forward to have his lips on hers again.
The kiss was this time unforgiving, merciless, knee-bending and they both forced the other to completely succumb. In each others arms they were weaker and yet stronger than ever before and the everlasting war had found a new battlefield.
He got the shirt off her by means not very clear to him, and still kissing her he somehow managed to get the button to her pants undone as well as sliding them down far enough for her to do the rest of the job herself - and removing her shoes - without having to take her mouth from his for even a second. He wouldn't have let her. Her taste was filling him up and he was growing addicted to it.
Her underwear had gone down with the pants and now their arms wrapped around the other's naked form tightly. His hands roamed her curves, owned her as he so had wanted, pressed her to him. And she let the emotions ravish her, let the sanity elude her for the blindfolded craving to have him, all of him.
They were animals, clawing at each other; ripping away the shield that - up until that moment - had parted them. Tearing the natural self preservation string in their heated blood into shreds.
It was a born disaster which neither one of them could do anything but cherish, because with its birth they were set flying and that high - forbidden and otherwise unreachable - grasped them breathlessly.
He turned them around and she felt herself bend her knees as he sunk them down onto the mattresses.
She was ready for him, more ready than she thought she had ever been and would ever be for anything. It was driving her out of her mind not feeling him inside of her and she pushed her hips up as she opened her eyes, taking her mouth from his and he opened his eyes as well, questioning.
Her chest was heaving heavily beneath him, her blood was pushing through her veins like freight trains and the sound of her heart beating was echoing in his head. Her scent and taste was everything. Was him.
He moved his hips forward and slid into her; both pairs of eyes growing wide, two mouths hanging open in silent agreement to the unspoken, coursing pleasure; two hands grasping the mattress, two hands clasping his shoulders.
He filled her, fitted her, moved within her and she drew an unnoticeable, shaky breath as her eyes rested in his. The shock was carefully making itself known to both of them. They were actually doing this.
And then he moved his hips a little and she gasped, closing her eyes and meeting him as the silence was broken by her rising moan. At the sound of it he was awakened from the state of partial confusion and his thrusts began to pick up their pace as her groans grew louder.
She put her head up, caught his mouth in hers and kissed him deeply as she once more buried her hands in his blonde curls. Rolling them over she sat up and his eyes grew as she began to ride him. Her muscles were tight and hot and he grabbed her thighs before sliding his hands to her hips. Then he sat up as well, having his hands move up over her back as he pushed her closer.
The fire was consuming and too bright for them both. They were pleasurably warmed by it, still unthinkably scorched and they gasped in unison as it continued to grow - kindled by rough touches, deep kisses, low moans.
The passion was stripped naked between them and they both fondled it, explored it with unembarrassed and unleashed desire to feel all of it with no restraints. There were no laws left, and even if there had been they would have broken them without ever looking back to watch the pieces fall to the ground.
Spike's eyes grew wide again. The feel of her was incredible, changing with every new step closer she came to the peak and he drew a breath.
"Slayer," he gasped and she opened her eyes to meet his. "Holy f-...!" he began, but she cut him off by leaning forward and attacking his lips with her own, kissing him harshly as he exploded into her and her own groans grew louder as she clung to him.
They slowly descended into their own bodies again. Buffy was trembling, her arms still around him and their mouths still against the others though the kiss was interrupted and she was taking steadying breaths, trying to calm her racing heart as she couldn't help but enjoy the aftermath of the blinding orgasm she had just experienced.
With Spike.
With SPIKE.
She unwrapped her arms and pulled herself away from him, having him make a face as he had to glide out of her, and then she got to her feet on much too shaky legs before she reached down and grabbed his duster - which had been lying on the floor at her feet. She wrapped it around herself as she glared at the vampire.
He looked quite calm, leaning back on his elbows as he watched her where she stood so suddenly back on obvious bitch mode.
"So that's how it is?" he asked and she narrowed her eyes, not answering and holding the leather tighter around her. "Use 'em and lose 'em?" he elaborated and her gaze grew indignantly annoyed.
"Shut up," she muttered, looking around the room in search for something to cover herself up with that didn't have his scent all over it.
Her eyes caught the glimpse of a blanket still left on the bottom shelf of the bookcase and she turned from him in favor for that rescue. She quickly made her way up to it, satisfied that her ability to maneuver her parts hadn't completely left her, and then she took a hold on the blanket. Making sure to wrap it around her shoulders before she let the duster deter from the mission to protect her naked form from his gaze.
He huffed from across the room and she looked up with a scowl.
"What is it now?" she asked as she came back up to him, stopping eight feet away before she threw the duster on him.
He tossed it aside before getting to his feet and she fought hard not to let her eyes take him in as she kept them in his steadily.
"'What is it now?'" he repeated with a smirk, approaching her stealthily and she bit her jaws together as she raised her eyebrows in very well faked indifference.
"Yes," she replied, holding her ground as he stopped before her.
Damn, he was hot. He was more than hot, he was sizzling. That lower lip of his was a constant weak-spot to her and she refused to look at it now, knowing that if she did she would only want to take it in her mouth; knowing full-well where that would lead as it was bound to end up in another kissing marathon and...she was getting herself turned on again.
Not a good thing.
Especially not with all of his goodiness within reach...
Buffy! Stop it!
Now he reached out a hand and slid it between the small slot of blanket hems by her right hip. His touch made the ache for the feel of him start to once again gain power and she swallowed. His fingertips graced her hip as his eyes were growing seductive, telling her all the things he could promise her she would have if she only let that ridiculous attempt at distancing herself from him fall to the floor.
"Spike," she murmured, wanting it to have to sound of a resonant threat somewhere in the back of it - but it failed as it more or less sounded like a plea.
"What?" he asked, stepping into her as his hand glided to her back instead and she closed her eyes as he bent down and kissed her collarbone - exposed since the blanket was hanging loosely by her shoulders by now.
"I can't," she tried and he lifted his head to look at her.
"You can't?" he asked, his right hand reaching up and lightly tugging the fabric off of her. Without any further resistance it tumbled around her ankles; persecuted, judged, executed.
She shook her head now; feeling his strong arms slide around her and pull her to him, feeling her own arms glide around his neck, feeling her whole body drinking the sensations it received from him as though it had been thirsty for decades.
"There's no use trying to fight this," he murmured, bending forward to kiss the side of her throat. "We've both wanted it since that first moment..." he added and she tore away from him, pushing him to take a step back.
"I have NOT wanted you since 'that first moment'," she assured. "This only happened 'cause of this...traumatic situation and... the water and... you were all wet and shirtless and I'd never seen you like that before and..."
"And what?" he smirked. "You got horny enough to shag your very own, little favorite nemesis' brains out just 'cause he got himself wet?"
She shook her head at him.
"You know, you always do that. You always twist my words around 'til I'm not even sure MYSELF what the hell I was meaning to say," she stated, crossing her arms over her chest and he smiled widely as the thought came to him - he would probably never be able to see her do that from this moment on without remembering her doing it before him with not one string of clothing on her.
It really took the edge of it, didn't it?
She glared at him, not knowing what he was thinking, but convinced beyond any doubt that it was something dirty.
"And I didn't 'shag your brains out'," she now added before she grew slightly self-consious, adding: "Did I?"
He cocked an eyebrow.
"I dunno, Slayer. If you asked me I'd have to proclaim you the lay of the century," he replied and her eyes grew hard before she took the few steps dividing them and hit him over the jaw.
He straightened himself up again, facing her. The small smile gracing his lips made her come to the conclusion that she had just played whatever role he had ordained her perfectly. And as he grabbed her she became painfully aware of how right that conclusion was.
His lips met hers and she huffed, squirming away from him the best she could with the anger rising bitterly in her chest. Getting up enough strength to get herself out of his grip was hard enough, making herself take a few steps away from him was damn near impossible, though she succeeded.
"Stop it," she hissed and he smirked again.
"Is that a real request, or just one of those you have to say to make daddy Watcher proud when you don't have to lie about how you tried with your last breath to not give in to the fiend's demonic schemes?" he inquired and the growing hatred in her eyes made him chuckle to himself. "Or perhaps it's just what you need to tell yourself... so that when all is said and done you can blame it all - your weakness, your fears, your needs, your finally reached freedom - on me?"
He took a step forward and she jumped back, shaking her head slowly.
"Do you think I WANTED this to happen?" she asked, voice unsteady with her restrained fury, rising at the mere thought if his words carrying a grain of truth.
"I think you've wanted this to happen for a real long time, love," he replied, eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light of the room. "As have I."
"Really?" she asked. "You're admitting to it?"
He smirked.
"I didn't even realize how much until I felt your sweat rubbing off on me," he then stated and she clenched her jaws together.
"I don't even..." she trailed off.
"What?" he asked, tilting his head a little to one side. "Like me?" he then asked and her eyes showed that he had filled in the missing part. "This has nothing to do with liking or disliking, loving or hating," he added, once more approaching her and this time she couldn't bring herself to move. "This has nothing to do with anything but..." he murmured, burying his face in her locks before reaching down and letting two fingers grace her clit.
She leaned against him, closing her eyes, and her heart began to pick up its pace again. And once again she was losing herself completely.
"Oh, God," she whined, her hands moving up to grab his shoulders.
"I try my best," he mumbled in her ear and against her will she found herself smiling.
And once more she was swept away.
By him.
With him.
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