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Twenty-Seven: Once It Happens
By Annie
2003-05-02
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Day Twenty-Five.
1.15 a.m.
She moved to lie on top of him, bending her neck to grace his lips with a kiss. He smiled as he met her gaze when she pulled back a little. His hands slid gently down her back and she closed her eyes.
"I almost thought this would never happen again," she mumbled and his abs tightened underneath the smooth skin of her belly as he snickered.
"You had ME pretty bloody convinced of it too," he replied and she smiled at that, bending forward to give him another kiss.
This time he moved one hand to the nape of her neck, grabbed a fistful of her blonde locks and deepened it. She moaned as she met it and he rolled her onto her back, her legs spreading to fit him in between them and her arms wrapping around his neck.
Then he softly ended the kiss and pulled back to look down at her.
"You know how I feel," he murmured. "Now I wanna know how YOU feel," he added. "What do you feel, Buffy?"
She woke with a start, taking a hard breath of air and sitting straight in her bed. Staring at the facing wall she tried to get her heart to slow down.
Okay, she thought. Okay. Calm down. Calm down?! Calm down?! You just had a dream! Yes. About Spike! Yes, so? So?!
"Enough," she muttered, throwing the covers off and getting out of bed. "I've had dreams about him before."
'I'm in love.'
'So am I'
'You know how I feel. Now I wanna know how YOU feel.'
She closed her eyes, shaking her head to herself before looking up and resting her gaze on something far away, trying to gather up her thoughts she then walked up to her closet. Getting a pair of leather pants out and a light colored sweater to go with the snake-skin pattern on the former she quickly got dressed. Glancing at the still sound asleep Willow she then slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her.
I don't feel anything, she thought as she made her way across campus grounds and out into the streets. I don't feel anything for that... Okay, Buffy, find an ugly name for him. Ugly! For that ugly, worthless, good-for- nothing, crazed, bleached loser! I don't feel anything at all for him. I feel about him, but that's very different. I hate him. I can't stand him - most of the time... Well, I WISH I couldn't stand him ALL of the time and that counts for something.
"Out for a walk?"
She jumped, her heart in her throat as she swirled toward the sound. Of his voice. And there he was. Intact. Couldn't he at least have had a scar that refused to heal over his right brow and down his cheek? Or black pupils so that his eyes didn't look so...
"Actually, yes," she interrupted her musings, replying to his question.
"Alone?" he wondered and she cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm never alone," she answered, bringing out her stake with a meaningful look and he smirked hesitantly.
"Right," he said.
"You? Out for a walk?" she wondered, tucking the stake back in place, and he gave a small shrug.
"Not much else for me to do, is there?" he retorted and she couldn't help but smile briefly at that.
"Right," she then nodded.
Okay, find some way to get him away from you.
"I'm going that way," she said, pointing with one index finger in the direction she was referring to and he looked at her for a moment.
"So am I," he then stated and she raised her eyebrows.
"Coincidences do happen," she said and he smirked as she began to walk, he followed.
"They are known to, yeah," he then agreed.
A-way-FROM-you! Not a-way-WITH-you!
She switched off the reasoning voice and glanced at him as he proceeded to walk by her side.
"Good job with the 'staying the hell away'," she commended; her voice light, but he thought he could almost hear an underlying tone of a question as to why he had been able to actually do such a very good job on the matter.
"You too," he simply replied and she turned her head to look at him.
He couldn't believe it had been nearly a week. Of course he had seen her, he wasn't sure exactly what had been going on - but some kid named Jonathan seemed to have pulled the stunt of his lifetime on all of Sunnydale. Well, he had seen her then... but it didn't count, they hadn't been themselves. Their actual last meeting, however; now that had been loaded, for several reasons. This seemed to be the complete opposite. He wasn't even sure what to say to her.
"So, no meets-and-greets?" she asked and he shook his head.
"Nope, the Mungroid King seems to stay dormant," he answered and she cocked an eyebrow.
"You and pet names," she muttered and when he merely gave her a questioning look she stopped and faced him as he did the same. "You have cute little names for everyone around you - what is that?"
"Oh, it's a trademark. Sorta like my mouth," he replied and her eyes grew just a little, making him smirk. "The way it needs to be hit and never shuts up...and all that," he reminded and she shook her head, mostly at herself.
"Has it always been that way?" she inquired and he smiled.
"Hell yeah," he assured and she gave him a look. He hesitated. "Actually...no," he then said, making her eyes rest in his as she grew questioning. "Though I'm pretty bloody sure you're not interested in my background. Are you?" he added and she blinked, then turned and began to walk again.
"No," she replied.
He smirked again, followed and came up by her side once more.
"So, out this late on a school night?" he wondered and she glared at him. "Hey, I didn't mean that in a condescending way, Slayer. Just..."
"Saying," she finished the sentence for him. "You always 'just say'."
He smiled, tilting his head slightly to one side as they came to a slow stop and she sighed. She felt like her insides were being twirled around and around with a great big spoon and she couldn't stop their spinning. And HE wasn't helping. Something about him always got to her head and she felt strange and misplaced and still on the most well-known territory of all...
This abyss that he created was dark and strangely alluring as she balanced the edge of fear, need and a thread of the unexplored which was yet to be picked up... If she should let herself fall there was no telling where she might come to find herself. In darkness; in light; abandoned; found; in coldness; in his arms...
"Spike, there's something I need to ask you..." she began, and then the growl of something which sounded rather large made them both spin around. "Oh, goodie," she murmured sarcastically and he flashed her a grin before he ran forward, meeting the punch of the large demon with his hand and then delivering his own.
Buffy cocked an eyebrow, watching him and getting ready to get into the game when another fiend made itself known - though this one was the blood- sucking kind. She got into fighting stance.
"Okay," she said slowly. "Let's take this nice...and with the pointy end first," she added, bringing out her stake as the vampire attacked.
He delivered a hard blow to her left side and the stake was knocked out of her hand. She huffed, then found her ground and kicked her leg up, hitting the vamp on the chin. After a few well-aimed punches she was able to throw it a good five yards away from her and she quickly retrieved her stake.
Straightening her posture she noticed that the demon Spike had taken on was nowhere to be seen and that he was now in the middle of facing off the other vamp instead. She drew her arm back to throw the stake, but the two moved and she lowered it again. If she hit Spike...
That was when he grabbed the demon and held it chest to her so that she could get in a clean sharp-to-heart and she nodded a little before once more drawing her arm back and then throwing the weapon. Just as it was about to connect, however, the other demon - a large, scruffy looking thing with horns in its forehead - came out of nowhere and pushed Spike aside, making the stake miss its target.
Buffy stared at the scene, taken off guard by this sudden turn of events and then she ran up to the regrouping creatures and delivered a kick each - rendering them, for the time being, slightly disoriented. Hurrying up to Spike, who had gotten to his feet, she said:
"Okay, you get fang, I'll get horny."
He nodded, then narrowed his eyes and turned them on her.
"I mean..." she began, but the demons were both approaching and so the chance for a graceful correction was bagged for the time being.
They split up, Spike taking fang and Buffy... well. It didn't take them longer than a minute to finish both off and Buffy brushed the grass off of her as she tried to catch her breath. The adrenaline was still pumping through her and she felt like running three miles or climbing every tree in Sunnydale or... Her eyes landed on Spike and she swallowed.
"Well," she mumbled. "Vampire-demon tag team... Not something you see everyday."
Spike turned to her, then got himself moving to meet her halfway as he shook his head.
"Then again," he said with a meaningful look between the two of them and she smiled a little.
"Yeah," she nodded. "I guess stranger pairings have happened," she then agreed and he returned her smile tentatively. "But... this..." she mumbled, looking up at him and feeling a frightening throb start somewhere deep down as he held her gaze. "Giles'll wanna know," she said and he nodded. "A- about the..."
"Vampire-demon tag team," he filled in as she trailed off and she nodded slowly again.
He wanted her so badly he could practically taste her on the tip of his tongue: the salt of her sweat and the scent of her skin mixed with that irresistibly arousing aroma of craving, of needing, of forsaking all else for that final moment of perfect bliss...
Spike. Get your bloody head on straight! he grumbled.
But staring into her eyes and seeing his own emotions carefully be reflected in them made the task nearly impossible.
Buffy didn't feel her heart beat heavily in her chest, she didn't recognize the thoughts moving through her mind, she didn't care about the flashing sign of warning... she couldn't care anymore. But she was frozen to the spot, drifting in a sea of blue.
Then his hands grabbed her upper arms and before she had a chance to react she had been torn out of her state of hypnosis and thrown into the very real reality of him close. He pulled her flush against him, her head tilting back of its own and then his lips met hers harshly.
She made a small noise of surprise as his tongue dug into her mouth and found hers, immediately engaging in eager play and she wasn't late to follow. Her hands placing themselves on his hips before she moved them up over his stomach and chest, to wrap her arms around his neck and press herself even closer.
Finally, her body sighed. Finally.
And she was relaxing into his caresses as his hands moved over her form, holding her firmly to him as they explored. She was already close to trembling for him, her legs felt like they were made of rubber as the kiss was growing laced with wanting.
She pulled her mouth away to take a breath and he moved his to her throat, making her groan silently as she buried her fingers in his soft locks, his tongue tracing her jugular before his lips planted kisses in the crook of her neck.
God, if this was as close to Heaven that he would get then he sure as hell was going to treasure every last second of it, every last moment with her. It made him feel in a way he hadn't felt for over a century, and it was like she went inside of him, became a part of him - moved within at the same pace as the new gray and in between his old self and who he wished he could be...
"Spike," she gasped, making him pull back to be able to rest his eyes in hers.
She looked at him with a questioning gaze and he wasn't sure what she was asking him. Then it fell away and she moved her head forward, kissing him deeply and he closed his eyes again, meeting the kiss greedily.
This is insane! This is pure insanity! Buffy, what are you doing?
The voice of reason shrunk into an insignificant screech and then it was stomped out completely. Shut down and thrown away like a bad record she didn't want to listen to anymore. She didn't even want to have it on her shelf and oh, dear Lord, how could he feel this good when she knew he was nothing but bad for her? How could practically everything in her say "yes" when it should be screaming "no"?
He made her walk backwards a few paces and she felt the hard stone of a tall headstone connect with her back as he leaned her against it.
She wanted to get the duster off of him. She wanted to rip that T off and instill pleasure in him just as he was her. She wanted him to feel something! He had to feel something. He couldn't do this to her, make her this way, if he didn't know what it was like himself...
His hands moved down and grabbed her beneath her thighs, pulling them up and making her wrap her legs around his waist. Their lips were still locked together, but as his fingers moved under the hem of her sweater, over her stomach and to her hard nipples she once again pulled her mouth away to take a breath. Resting her head back against the matter behind her she fully enjoyed his knowing gentleness as he sent waves of heat through her.
Then she brought her head forward and made him look up at her, his caresses slowing as he met her gaze.
"Not here," she whispered.
He moved his hands to her hips and she removed her legs from around him in order to stand on her own two feet. Then they both moved their arms around the other and their mouths once more joined in relentless battle.
The walk to Spike's crypt didn't feel like a very long one to the two making it - but it was. Spike couldn't keep his hands off her, it was simply impossible; and Buffy tried to be the grown-up, tried to make him stay away long enough for them to at least walk five feet - but one look from him and she found herself failing. Soon enough they were more or less one being as they made their bodies fit together, trying to walk at the same time as they frolicked in very heavy making-out.
Fifty feet from the entrance to the crypt they stumbled and fell to the ground. Buffy was convinced they wouldn't move from the spot and it suited her just fine - she couldn't take this lack of his skin against hers much longer. Spike was the one who got them up again, got them moving. It wasn't the easiest thing he'd ever made himself do, but he knew somewhere in the back of his clouded mind, that she would appreciate it. Sooner or later she would.
As he kicked the front door of the crypt open she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist once more, taking her lips from his for gracing the side of his throat and he forced himself to keep moving though she was making him feel like his legs wouldn't hold him up that much longer. Getting the second door open as well he walked through it with his eyelids heavy with desire and delight. He shut it behind them with the means of one foot.
Her hands were pulling his T up and her fingers began to caress his chest, taking in as much of it as they could. Had his heart been beating it would have been stopping from the effort right about now.
He sunk down in the armchair without any real knowledge of that being where they were. Her legs on either side of him and her hips grinding against his as her hands grabbed the hems of the duster and began to pull it off. He helped with shaky movements as his head was rested back and her tongue was painting patters over the sensitive skin of his throat.
Once the duster was history she went for the T and ripped it over his head, removing the warmth of her mouth for the second it took her to perform the task and then it was back, trailing down the middle of his chest and up again - stopping by his left nipple and slowly teasing it, making him groan.
Buffy felt the wanting for him jolt at the sound of it and she sat up, waiting until he opened his eyes and rested them in hers. His hands were on her waist, his thumbs gently going in small circles and she wanted more from the former... his touches. Moving her arms she took a hold of her sweater and pulled it over her head.
His eyes softened and she furrowed her brow slightly; reaching out a hand, before she knew what she was doing, she traced his lower lip with her index finger. A small smile curled the corners of his mouth and he kissed the tip of her finger, sliding his hands up her sides and over her exposed breasts.
Shivers hurried through her, sending messages to every nerve in her to be on alert and she closed her eyes; her hand falling from his lips and down over his chest as he kept moving his up over her shoulders and down her arms. The caress was slow and deliberate, going back down over her belly, sliding down her thighs and then up again. As his thumbs carefully pressed against the leather and the feel of them teased her clit she gasped, bent forward and caught his mouth with hers. Kissing him deeply she moved her arms around his neck and pressed their chests together.
His hands went to her back, gliding over it.
She suddenly pulled away, getting to her feet and he stared up at her in clear surprise and dislike until a smile split his face at the sight of her hands and their trembling attempts at getting the button of her pants undone. It didn't take him many moments to mimic her and stand as well. After a few more excruciatingly long seconds of fumbling they both got their shoes and the last pieces of clothing off of them, turning to face each other the room filled with silence.
Buffy looked into his eyes and thought she could actually read them for the first time without any suspicion of all that they harbored being there for show... That twitch of longing, that subtle warmth, that stunning craving... She focused her mind on the latter, thinking it was all that mattered since he surely could see it reflect in her own gaze.
He slowly approached her, taking the few steps dividing them and stopping an inch away from her, looking down at her. She carefully tilted her head back as she let her hands move up his arms and down his chest to his waist before she took the tiny step between them and fitted herself against him.
This is getting dangerously close to something else than raw sex, some thought in the back of her head made itself known. Get it over with. Satisfy the need and then get out, don't look back. You don't...
The thought was silenced as his hand softly placed itself on her cheek and she rested her eyes in his. Then he bent down and kissed her almost cautiously. Deepening it he moved his left hand around her and held her to him as his right hand moved from her cheek and to the nape of her neck. The dragged out feel of his tongue as it gently played with hers was driving her out of her mind, sending the waves of heat into a frenzy within her.
He kept the kiss slow as he moved them carefully up to the sarcophagus, his hands grabbing her waist and lifting her to sit on the edge of it. She parted her legs, giving him room to step close again. He did. Making her lie back he followed, placing himself on top of her and the kiss began to grow harder as his hands slid up her arms and locked his fingers with hers.
He moved his hips forward, gliding into her and filling her. Her eyelids opened and she threw her head back, drawing a sharp breath as he began to move inside of her. They were both moaning, locked together in pleasure for the climb toward release.
The world stood still except for them. Time obeyed them and came to a stop. No sounds except for that of their bodies, of her blood rushing.
It had been building ever since the day they were rescued from the basement, from the spell. This had been there, underneath everything they had said and done together... Buffy knew it had. She had so needed to push him away, but in actuality she had done so much to keep him close. To secure the arrival of this moment, where they were one and all that mattered was how it made them feel.
How does it make me feel? How does it make me feel?
The question was stubborn, yet tentative.
She knew, sooner or later, she would have to answer it. But not now. Not now. Right now she needed to listen to the language of his body, and what it was saying to hers. Soft promises, sweet dreams of times to come - just like this one. She was so wrapped up in him it scared her, because it made her let him be wrapped up in her.
Her breathing was trembling and done with effort, her heart racing in her chest and her body feeling nothing but the billion sensations he instilled into every single part of it. She had closed her eyes and now she opened them again, him opening his as well and they looked at each other as they both began to grow close.
Their hands were clasped together so tight their knuckles were practically white and her body was glistening with sweat. As the explosion hit them both their eyes grew slightly wider and then they moved their heads forward, their lips crashing together and their hands unfolding for their arms to wrap around the other.
Their rocking slowed, Spike ending the kiss and moving his mouth to rest it at the side of her throat. Feeling her heart beat, listening to how hard it was working and then moving his head to place a careful kiss at the spot of it.
Buffy blinked at the feel of it, the aftermath of the high she had reached was still evident in every cell of her and she enjoyed it in quiet fascination... There was nothing she could compare to this, to him deep inside of her. Nothing would ever come close. As his lips connected with her skin she moved her head and looked down at the top of his scalp, the locks now curly and actually quite cu-...
Don't you DARE think that about him, she warned herself and she suppressed a sudden need to smile as he turned his face to hers and met her gaze.
He pulled himself up, shaking his head a little and she nodded her agreement.
This was not-thinking-of-the-consequences, not-caring-if-there-were-any, we- might-just-as-well-be- fighting-to-the-death-cause-this-is-just-as-hopeless - with a cherry on top.
But when you kiss me like that... she thought to herself, holding his gaze and he smiled as though he had just heard what she had been thinking before he moved his head forward - and kissed her.
Just like that.
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Hi, darlings! Hope all is well and no, I'm not writing a dear John or Jane here. Sorry. ;) This chapter's a bit late, I know it - but I've had to deal with stuff around me and you know how it is! Argh. Well, I finally finished this chapter and I'm back on track again so. :) I hope you liked it... something tells me most of you probably did. Hehe.
However, I would like to stress - this chapter did not come about in any way, shape or form due to some of the readers writing how tired they were of all the UST all the time and their begging or demanding some actual s-e- x. This has been coming, apparently, for quite some time and it was solely my own decision to make this chapter the way it is. I'm sorry, my little wonderfuls, but it will always be my choice. I personally LOVE the UST and I believe I've stated that before. However, complain away - might relieve some of the tension there for ya. ;)
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Twenty-Seven: Once It Happens
By Annie
2003-05-02
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Day Twenty-Five.
1.15 a.m.
She moved to lie on top of him, bending her neck to grace his lips with a kiss. He smiled as he met her gaze when she pulled back a little. His hands slid gently down her back and she closed her eyes.
"I almost thought this would never happen again," she mumbled and his abs tightened underneath the smooth skin of her belly as he snickered.
"You had ME pretty bloody convinced of it too," he replied and she smiled at that, bending forward to give him another kiss.
This time he moved one hand to the nape of her neck, grabbed a fistful of her blonde locks and deepened it. She moaned as she met it and he rolled her onto her back, her legs spreading to fit him in between them and her arms wrapping around his neck.
Then he softly ended the kiss and pulled back to look down at her.
"You know how I feel," he murmured. "Now I wanna know how YOU feel," he added. "What do you feel, Buffy?"
She woke with a start, taking a hard breath of air and sitting straight in her bed. Staring at the facing wall she tried to get her heart to slow down.
Okay, she thought. Okay. Calm down. Calm down?! Calm down?! You just had a dream! Yes. About Spike! Yes, so? So?!
"Enough," she muttered, throwing the covers off and getting out of bed. "I've had dreams about him before."
'I'm in love.'
'So am I'
'You know how I feel. Now I wanna know how YOU feel.'
She closed her eyes, shaking her head to herself before looking up and resting her gaze on something far away, trying to gather up her thoughts she then walked up to her closet. Getting a pair of leather pants out and a light colored sweater to go with the snake-skin pattern on the former she quickly got dressed. Glancing at the still sound asleep Willow she then slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her.
I don't feel anything, she thought as she made her way across campus grounds and out into the streets. I don't feel anything for that... Okay, Buffy, find an ugly name for him. Ugly! For that ugly, worthless, good-for- nothing, crazed, bleached loser! I don't feel anything at all for him. I feel about him, but that's very different. I hate him. I can't stand him - most of the time... Well, I WISH I couldn't stand him ALL of the time and that counts for something.
"Out for a walk?"
She jumped, her heart in her throat as she swirled toward the sound. Of his voice. And there he was. Intact. Couldn't he at least have had a scar that refused to heal over his right brow and down his cheek? Or black pupils so that his eyes didn't look so...
"Actually, yes," she interrupted her musings, replying to his question.
"Alone?" he wondered and she cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm never alone," she answered, bringing out her stake with a meaningful look and he smirked hesitantly.
"Right," he said.
"You? Out for a walk?" she wondered, tucking the stake back in place, and he gave a small shrug.
"Not much else for me to do, is there?" he retorted and she couldn't help but smile briefly at that.
"Right," she then nodded.
Okay, find some way to get him away from you.
"I'm going that way," she said, pointing with one index finger in the direction she was referring to and he looked at her for a moment.
"So am I," he then stated and she raised her eyebrows.
"Coincidences do happen," she said and he smirked as she began to walk, he followed.
"They are known to, yeah," he then agreed.
A-way-FROM-you! Not a-way-WITH-you!
She switched off the reasoning voice and glanced at him as he proceeded to walk by her side.
"Good job with the 'staying the hell away'," she commended; her voice light, but he thought he could almost hear an underlying tone of a question as to why he had been able to actually do such a very good job on the matter.
"You too," he simply replied and she turned her head to look at him.
He couldn't believe it had been nearly a week. Of course he had seen her, he wasn't sure exactly what had been going on - but some kid named Jonathan seemed to have pulled the stunt of his lifetime on all of Sunnydale. Well, he had seen her then... but it didn't count, they hadn't been themselves. Their actual last meeting, however; now that had been loaded, for several reasons. This seemed to be the complete opposite. He wasn't even sure what to say to her.
"So, no meets-and-greets?" she asked and he shook his head.
"Nope, the Mungroid King seems to stay dormant," he answered and she cocked an eyebrow.
"You and pet names," she muttered and when he merely gave her a questioning look she stopped and faced him as he did the same. "You have cute little names for everyone around you - what is that?"
"Oh, it's a trademark. Sorta like my mouth," he replied and her eyes grew just a little, making him smirk. "The way it needs to be hit and never shuts up...and all that," he reminded and she shook her head, mostly at herself.
"Has it always been that way?" she inquired and he smiled.
"Hell yeah," he assured and she gave him a look. He hesitated. "Actually...no," he then said, making her eyes rest in his as she grew questioning. "Though I'm pretty bloody sure you're not interested in my background. Are you?" he added and she blinked, then turned and began to walk again.
"No," she replied.
He smirked again, followed and came up by her side once more.
"So, out this late on a school night?" he wondered and she glared at him. "Hey, I didn't mean that in a condescending way, Slayer. Just..."
"Saying," she finished the sentence for him. "You always 'just say'."
He smiled, tilting his head slightly to one side as they came to a slow stop and she sighed. She felt like her insides were being twirled around and around with a great big spoon and she couldn't stop their spinning. And HE wasn't helping. Something about him always got to her head and she felt strange and misplaced and still on the most well-known territory of all...
This abyss that he created was dark and strangely alluring as she balanced the edge of fear, need and a thread of the unexplored which was yet to be picked up... If she should let herself fall there was no telling where she might come to find herself. In darkness; in light; abandoned; found; in coldness; in his arms...
"Spike, there's something I need to ask you..." she began, and then the growl of something which sounded rather large made them both spin around. "Oh, goodie," she murmured sarcastically and he flashed her a grin before he ran forward, meeting the punch of the large demon with his hand and then delivering his own.
Buffy cocked an eyebrow, watching him and getting ready to get into the game when another fiend made itself known - though this one was the blood- sucking kind. She got into fighting stance.
"Okay," she said slowly. "Let's take this nice...and with the pointy end first," she added, bringing out her stake as the vampire attacked.
He delivered a hard blow to her left side and the stake was knocked out of her hand. She huffed, then found her ground and kicked her leg up, hitting the vamp on the chin. After a few well-aimed punches she was able to throw it a good five yards away from her and she quickly retrieved her stake.
Straightening her posture she noticed that the demon Spike had taken on was nowhere to be seen and that he was now in the middle of facing off the other vamp instead. She drew her arm back to throw the stake, but the two moved and she lowered it again. If she hit Spike...
That was when he grabbed the demon and held it chest to her so that she could get in a clean sharp-to-heart and she nodded a little before once more drawing her arm back and then throwing the weapon. Just as it was about to connect, however, the other demon - a large, scruffy looking thing with horns in its forehead - came out of nowhere and pushed Spike aside, making the stake miss its target.
Buffy stared at the scene, taken off guard by this sudden turn of events and then she ran up to the regrouping creatures and delivered a kick each - rendering them, for the time being, slightly disoriented. Hurrying up to Spike, who had gotten to his feet, she said:
"Okay, you get fang, I'll get horny."
He nodded, then narrowed his eyes and turned them on her.
"I mean..." she began, but the demons were both approaching and so the chance for a graceful correction was bagged for the time being.
They split up, Spike taking fang and Buffy... well. It didn't take them longer than a minute to finish both off and Buffy brushed the grass off of her as she tried to catch her breath. The adrenaline was still pumping through her and she felt like running three miles or climbing every tree in Sunnydale or... Her eyes landed on Spike and she swallowed.
"Well," she mumbled. "Vampire-demon tag team... Not something you see everyday."
Spike turned to her, then got himself moving to meet her halfway as he shook his head.
"Then again," he said with a meaningful look between the two of them and she smiled a little.
"Yeah," she nodded. "I guess stranger pairings have happened," she then agreed and he returned her smile tentatively. "But... this..." she mumbled, looking up at him and feeling a frightening throb start somewhere deep down as he held her gaze. "Giles'll wanna know," she said and he nodded. "A- about the..."
"Vampire-demon tag team," he filled in as she trailed off and she nodded slowly again.
He wanted her so badly he could practically taste her on the tip of his tongue: the salt of her sweat and the scent of her skin mixed with that irresistibly arousing aroma of craving, of needing, of forsaking all else for that final moment of perfect bliss...
Spike. Get your bloody head on straight! he grumbled.
But staring into her eyes and seeing his own emotions carefully be reflected in them made the task nearly impossible.
Buffy didn't feel her heart beat heavily in her chest, she didn't recognize the thoughts moving through her mind, she didn't care about the flashing sign of warning... she couldn't care anymore. But she was frozen to the spot, drifting in a sea of blue.
Then his hands grabbed her upper arms and before she had a chance to react she had been torn out of her state of hypnosis and thrown into the very real reality of him close. He pulled her flush against him, her head tilting back of its own and then his lips met hers harshly.
She made a small noise of surprise as his tongue dug into her mouth and found hers, immediately engaging in eager play and she wasn't late to follow. Her hands placing themselves on his hips before she moved them up over his stomach and chest, to wrap her arms around his neck and press herself even closer.
Finally, her body sighed. Finally.
And she was relaxing into his caresses as his hands moved over her form, holding her firmly to him as they explored. She was already close to trembling for him, her legs felt like they were made of rubber as the kiss was growing laced with wanting.
She pulled her mouth away to take a breath and he moved his to her throat, making her groan silently as she buried her fingers in his soft locks, his tongue tracing her jugular before his lips planted kisses in the crook of her neck.
God, if this was as close to Heaven that he would get then he sure as hell was going to treasure every last second of it, every last moment with her. It made him feel in a way he hadn't felt for over a century, and it was like she went inside of him, became a part of him - moved within at the same pace as the new gray and in between his old self and who he wished he could be...
"Spike," she gasped, making him pull back to be able to rest his eyes in hers.
She looked at him with a questioning gaze and he wasn't sure what she was asking him. Then it fell away and she moved her head forward, kissing him deeply and he closed his eyes again, meeting the kiss greedily.
This is insane! This is pure insanity! Buffy, what are you doing?
The voice of reason shrunk into an insignificant screech and then it was stomped out completely. Shut down and thrown away like a bad record she didn't want to listen to anymore. She didn't even want to have it on her shelf and oh, dear Lord, how could he feel this good when she knew he was nothing but bad for her? How could practically everything in her say "yes" when it should be screaming "no"?
He made her walk backwards a few paces and she felt the hard stone of a tall headstone connect with her back as he leaned her against it.
She wanted to get the duster off of him. She wanted to rip that T off and instill pleasure in him just as he was her. She wanted him to feel something! He had to feel something. He couldn't do this to her, make her this way, if he didn't know what it was like himself...
His hands moved down and grabbed her beneath her thighs, pulling them up and making her wrap her legs around his waist. Their lips were still locked together, but as his fingers moved under the hem of her sweater, over her stomach and to her hard nipples she once again pulled her mouth away to take a breath. Resting her head back against the matter behind her she fully enjoyed his knowing gentleness as he sent waves of heat through her.
Then she brought her head forward and made him look up at her, his caresses slowing as he met her gaze.
"Not here," she whispered.
He moved his hands to her hips and she removed her legs from around him in order to stand on her own two feet. Then they both moved their arms around the other and their mouths once more joined in relentless battle.
The walk to Spike's crypt didn't feel like a very long one to the two making it - but it was. Spike couldn't keep his hands off her, it was simply impossible; and Buffy tried to be the grown-up, tried to make him stay away long enough for them to at least walk five feet - but one look from him and she found herself failing. Soon enough they were more or less one being as they made their bodies fit together, trying to walk at the same time as they frolicked in very heavy making-out.
Fifty feet from the entrance to the crypt they stumbled and fell to the ground. Buffy was convinced they wouldn't move from the spot and it suited her just fine - she couldn't take this lack of his skin against hers much longer. Spike was the one who got them up again, got them moving. It wasn't the easiest thing he'd ever made himself do, but he knew somewhere in the back of his clouded mind, that she would appreciate it. Sooner or later she would.
As he kicked the front door of the crypt open she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist once more, taking her lips from his for gracing the side of his throat and he forced himself to keep moving though she was making him feel like his legs wouldn't hold him up that much longer. Getting the second door open as well he walked through it with his eyelids heavy with desire and delight. He shut it behind them with the means of one foot.
Her hands were pulling his T up and her fingers began to caress his chest, taking in as much of it as they could. Had his heart been beating it would have been stopping from the effort right about now.
He sunk down in the armchair without any real knowledge of that being where they were. Her legs on either side of him and her hips grinding against his as her hands grabbed the hems of the duster and began to pull it off. He helped with shaky movements as his head was rested back and her tongue was painting patters over the sensitive skin of his throat.
Once the duster was history she went for the T and ripped it over his head, removing the warmth of her mouth for the second it took her to perform the task and then it was back, trailing down the middle of his chest and up again - stopping by his left nipple and slowly teasing it, making him groan.
Buffy felt the wanting for him jolt at the sound of it and she sat up, waiting until he opened his eyes and rested them in hers. His hands were on her waist, his thumbs gently going in small circles and she wanted more from the former... his touches. Moving her arms she took a hold of her sweater and pulled it over her head.
His eyes softened and she furrowed her brow slightly; reaching out a hand, before she knew what she was doing, she traced his lower lip with her index finger. A small smile curled the corners of his mouth and he kissed the tip of her finger, sliding his hands up her sides and over her exposed breasts.
Shivers hurried through her, sending messages to every nerve in her to be on alert and she closed her eyes; her hand falling from his lips and down over his chest as he kept moving his up over her shoulders and down her arms. The caress was slow and deliberate, going back down over her belly, sliding down her thighs and then up again. As his thumbs carefully pressed against the leather and the feel of them teased her clit she gasped, bent forward and caught his mouth with hers. Kissing him deeply she moved her arms around his neck and pressed their chests together.
His hands went to her back, gliding over it.
She suddenly pulled away, getting to her feet and he stared up at her in clear surprise and dislike until a smile split his face at the sight of her hands and their trembling attempts at getting the button of her pants undone. It didn't take him many moments to mimic her and stand as well. After a few more excruciatingly long seconds of fumbling they both got their shoes and the last pieces of clothing off of them, turning to face each other the room filled with silence.
Buffy looked into his eyes and thought she could actually read them for the first time without any suspicion of all that they harbored being there for show... That twitch of longing, that subtle warmth, that stunning craving... She focused her mind on the latter, thinking it was all that mattered since he surely could see it reflect in her own gaze.
He slowly approached her, taking the few steps dividing them and stopping an inch away from her, looking down at her. She carefully tilted her head back as she let her hands move up his arms and down his chest to his waist before she took the tiny step between them and fitted herself against him.
This is getting dangerously close to something else than raw sex, some thought in the back of her head made itself known. Get it over with. Satisfy the need and then get out, don't look back. You don't...
The thought was silenced as his hand softly placed itself on her cheek and she rested her eyes in his. Then he bent down and kissed her almost cautiously. Deepening it he moved his left hand around her and held her to him as his right hand moved from her cheek and to the nape of her neck. The dragged out feel of his tongue as it gently played with hers was driving her out of her mind, sending the waves of heat into a frenzy within her.
He kept the kiss slow as he moved them carefully up to the sarcophagus, his hands grabbing her waist and lifting her to sit on the edge of it. She parted her legs, giving him room to step close again. He did. Making her lie back he followed, placing himself on top of her and the kiss began to grow harder as his hands slid up her arms and locked his fingers with hers.
He moved his hips forward, gliding into her and filling her. Her eyelids opened and she threw her head back, drawing a sharp breath as he began to move inside of her. They were both moaning, locked together in pleasure for the climb toward release.
The world stood still except for them. Time obeyed them and came to a stop. No sounds except for that of their bodies, of her blood rushing.
It had been building ever since the day they were rescued from the basement, from the spell. This had been there, underneath everything they had said and done together... Buffy knew it had. She had so needed to push him away, but in actuality she had done so much to keep him close. To secure the arrival of this moment, where they were one and all that mattered was how it made them feel.
How does it make me feel? How does it make me feel?
The question was stubborn, yet tentative.
She knew, sooner or later, she would have to answer it. But not now. Not now. Right now she needed to listen to the language of his body, and what it was saying to hers. Soft promises, sweet dreams of times to come - just like this one. She was so wrapped up in him it scared her, because it made her let him be wrapped up in her.
Her breathing was trembling and done with effort, her heart racing in her chest and her body feeling nothing but the billion sensations he instilled into every single part of it. She had closed her eyes and now she opened them again, him opening his as well and they looked at each other as they both began to grow close.
Their hands were clasped together so tight their knuckles were practically white and her body was glistening with sweat. As the explosion hit them both their eyes grew slightly wider and then they moved their heads forward, their lips crashing together and their hands unfolding for their arms to wrap around the other.
Their rocking slowed, Spike ending the kiss and moving his mouth to rest it at the side of her throat. Feeling her heart beat, listening to how hard it was working and then moving his head to place a careful kiss at the spot of it.
Buffy blinked at the feel of it, the aftermath of the high she had reached was still evident in every cell of her and she enjoyed it in quiet fascination... There was nothing she could compare to this, to him deep inside of her. Nothing would ever come close. As his lips connected with her skin she moved her head and looked down at the top of his scalp, the locks now curly and actually quite cu-...
Don't you DARE think that about him, she warned herself and she suppressed a sudden need to smile as he turned his face to hers and met her gaze.
He pulled himself up, shaking his head a little and she nodded her agreement.
This was not-thinking-of-the-consequences, not-caring-if-there-were-any, we- might-just-as-well-be- fighting-to-the-death-cause-this-is-just-as-hopeless - with a cherry on top.
But when you kiss me like that... she thought to herself, holding his gaze and he smiled as though he had just heard what she had been thinking before he moved his head forward - and kissed her.
Just like that.
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Hi, darlings! Hope all is well and no, I'm not writing a dear John or Jane here. Sorry. ;) This chapter's a bit late, I know it - but I've had to deal with stuff around me and you know how it is! Argh. Well, I finally finished this chapter and I'm back on track again so. :) I hope you liked it... something tells me most of you probably did. Hehe.
However, I would like to stress - this chapter did not come about in any way, shape or form due to some of the readers writing how tired they were of all the UST all the time and their begging or demanding some actual s-e- x. This has been coming, apparently, for quite some time and it was solely my own decision to make this chapter the way it is. I'm sorry, my little wonderfuls, but it will always be my choice. I personally LOVE the UST and I believe I've stated that before. However, complain away - might relieve some of the tension there for ya. ;)
I wanted to make these thank yous the personal kind - but I find myself simply lacking the time today! I'm very sorry because I can't believe the amount of reviews I've gotten (nor that I'm still getting it!). I can't ever thank you enough and so the least I can do is give y'all the kinda shoutout you deserve. Next time, k?
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To Julia - I appreciate wake-up calls. I need to get my ass moving and go through what I've written so far for a refreshing editing process. I have to say though, I don't believe my spelling's HORRIBLE. If it was indeed HORRIBLE I don't think you could've gone twenty-six chapters without sending me an email about it, telling me you'd be back once I'd actually fixed the problems. I do want a spell-check for my computer, however, to help with those mistakes you make when you're writing too fast and with the blindness you acquire after writing for two hours straight and you immediately go to correct and edit. Not a fine idea. Little things you would frown upon a month later are the little things that slip on by. I know piece is spelt like this and not like peice, a very common mistake with me which I am in the middle of remedying. I also know, from the chapters I have reread, that there are mistakes, but I have to disagree - and this has nothing to do with pride being scorched here - if my spelling was HORRIBLE then I don't believe I would willingly put my work up for display. However, thank you and I hope you will be back. A.M.L.
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