The End and Beginning
Chp. 22
(A.N. I'm just saying you guys are gonna love this chappy I promise.)
What Spike sees when he enters the shower, takes his breath away.
Buffy is standing with her back to him, water beading on her golden skin and soft hair.
He stands there observing her for a few moments. He then grabs the shampoo, off of the side of the tub. He pours a good amount in his hand and places his empty hand on her shoulder.
She turns to him and smiles.
He reaches for her head and smoothes the shampoo into her hair, gently massaging it through. He smiles at the pure look of bliss on her face.
"MMM, Spike. That feels heavenly."
"Wouldn't know 'bout that, Luv. I don't know exactly where I was, but it sure felt like hell, without you there." He chuckles sweetly in her ear.
He finishes with her hair, and moves to get the soap.
This entails that he reach around her. Leaning close, she whimpers and he groans.
He grabs the soap, quickly, then leans down in front of her, and picks up her foot. He rubs the soap on it and lathers it real good.
Rubbing from her foot, up to her calf. Massaging all the muscles up to her thigh, and familiarizing himself with her again.
" I thought you washing my hair was heavenly, right now I'm back in heaven." She sighs out, under her breath.
He looks up from his task, and smiles that genuine smile of his. He notices that her eyes are closed, and shakes his head. He goes back to the leg and finishes with her hip.
He takes the other leg lavishing the same attention on it as he did the other, when he finishes with it; he kisses the inside of her thigh.
"Oh, God!" She gasps.
"Like that did'ya, Luv?"
"UNG!"
"Turned you into a blubbering pile of goo, did I?"
He stands up and looks at his wet, golden goddess, and holds his breath for a second, letting it out. He notices that he has gotten hard, just looking at her.
He thinks *Well what man wouldn't. She's the most beautiful thing on this earth. A man would have to be either blind or gay. * "God, you're magnificent, Luv." He says this backing away and trying to restrain himself and get under control.
When he thinks that he is a little more under control, he steps back to her. Taking a hand in one of his, he starts to administer the same attention on her arms and shoulders. Going from her shoulder all the way to the tips of her fingers.
He does this slowly and methodically, lavishing attention on every part of her, especially the most sensitive, the inside of her elbow and her fingertips.
She sighs out her pleasure, relaxing as much as she can in the shower.
He finally gets to her chest. and even slower than the rest of her body, massaging each breast, lovingly. His soft caresses make her sigh and moan even more than she already was.
He's getting harder by the second. He doesn't know how much longer he can take touching her and not having her.
"Luv?"
Buffy is off in the land of bliss, and groans out "Huh!" Startled out of it.
He laughs, softly "You can rinse now."
She says "Oh." and steps in under the spray of water.
He quickly soaps up, while she rinses off the suds and shampoo, watching her every move as she does.
She smoothes the shampoo out of her hair as he puts some in his own.
When she's finished, she opens her eyes to a lathered up and very aroused ex-vampire. She gets even more aroused than she was as she gazes at him.
She moves out of his way so he can rinse off. He quickly rinses off the suds and turns back to her.
He grabs her, pulling her in for an earth shattering, tongue wrestling kiss. The kiss deepens into a slow, lingering one.
He's slowly, sliding his hands up and down her arms, making goose pimples run all over her body. She pulls herself up his body, placing her legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss at all. She places her arms around his neck as he turns to lean up against the front of the shower, to brace himself.
He finally breaks the kiss, only because the need for oxygen was becoming urgent for the both of them. There's no way that he would've done it for any other reason.
"Oh, God, Luv." He pants out "I need you, now."
She opens her eyes, to cerulean pools that she could drown in. She remembers something that he'd told her a few years ago. "I'm drowning in you Spike, I'm drowning in you." She says repeating the words he had said that fateful night.
He looks at her STUNNED. He thought he'd never hear those words again, not from her anyway. The only person he'd ever said them to and really meant what he was saying.
He wraps his arms around her; hugging her so tight he knocks the breath out of her.
"Spike, oxygen, becoming an issue." She gasps out.
He loosens his grip on her, not letting go, just loosening it enough for her to breath.
He buries his face in her neck, kissing, nipping, and biting at it. He doesn't know that he has grown fangs, while loving on her. Instinctually he bites into her neck.
"Spike?" she gasps loudly.
He is still buried in her neck, not noticing her question. He's just savoring the taste of the powerful aphrodisiac, otherwise known as slayer blood, on his tongue.
She notices that he's not sucking, just tasting her.
He retracts his fangs, licking the bite, to help it heal.
Buffy feels him slip them out of her neck and looks down at him. "That was wig worthy, but I'm not wigging just surprised is all."
Spike is still licking her neck. He looks up at her all fangy, and golden eyed. "Mine." He growls out from between said fangs.
Buffy is shocked searching his face; she sees that there aren't any bumpies, just the fangs and golden eyes.
She finally registers what he's said and answers him. "Yes, baby yours." She says sincerely.
That's all he needed, his fangs retract and his eyes go back to the bright blue of the man. She confirmed that yes she is his and the man came back.
He looks at her neck and says, "What happened, Luv?"
"You don't remember?"
"Yeah, I soddin' remember, I just don't understand how?"
"Well, baby it could be that you still have a little of that demon in you after all. It doesn't matter, remember I like a little monster in my man, not a problem." She smiles warmly at him, taking one of his hands in hers.
"How'd ya know about that, Luv?" He says sitting her back down on the white tile of the shower.
She pushes her hair off of her shoulder and says, "A little, black Kevlar clad birdie, told me and before you start, I am not getting into a fight about him. I'm going to say one thing and that's it. He told me about the little heart to un-beating heart you and he had the night he left.
Spike just smiles and shakes his head, because he really didn't care what that big, hulking ponce had said *Hell, he left the best bloody thing to walk the earth. THE WANKER* He thinks to himself.
He looks up from his thinking, and grabs her other hand and pulls her to him. Kissing her, he moves from her mouth to her chin nibbling on it for a few seconds.
He tires of her chin and moves down to her neck. He vamps again, but this time he notices and reigns him self in. He doesn't want to scare her and he thinks to his self *It seems I only do it when I'm gonna get some or think I'm gonna get some anyway. * He looks up at Buffy, she has her eyes closed, and her head thrown back in ecstasy.
He smiles at the site of her, and then goes back to his exploration of his naked Buffy.
Her hands come up to his hips, and slowly and methodically crawl their way up to his chest. She then pushes him back up against the wall of the shower.
She takes him in her tiny, but strong, little hand and starts slowly massaging the length of him.
He groans and whimpers, *God it's been so Bloody long, since I've felt this. It's bloody wonderful* He thinks, still at her neck. He knowingly vamps and bites her. This time he sucks a slight bit, not drinking her, just sucking a few drops out of her neck.
Buffy cries out in ecstasy.
Spike growls and sucks a bit harder, getting a bit more of her essence.
She climbs up his body, wrapping her legs back around him, and lets him slip inside her.
*Oh, god I think I'm bloody on fire* He thinks, starting to take his fangs out of her neck.
"Don't stop." She whimpers out, surprising him.
He pulls out anyway. "Luv?" He asks, concerned and a little aroused too, because he thinks that she told him not to quit.
She opens her eyes, looking directly into his, still completely impaled on him, she adjusts herself and slowly starts to move on him. She says, "I said, don't stop." Placing his head back to her neck.
After that admission, who is he to argue?
He slips his fangs back into the bite, which he notices is exactly where Angel's bite was. Now it's totally gone, covered by his mark. He smiles against her neck.
She's oblivious, all she knows is this is the best she's ever had it and she doesn't want it to end.
She screams when Spike sucks hard on her neck, harder than any other time.
He feels her muscles tighten around him, and retracts his fangs completely. He resumes his exploration of her neck and any other part of her that he can get to.
He wants this to last a bit longer, for her, plus he isn't even close to happy land yet.
Her legs are still wrapped around his waist and she is slowly riding him. She has set the slowest rhythm that she has ever allowed with him.
*I can't believe the first time I get to make love to my slayer, we're doin' it in a soddin' shower* He thinks, chuckling lightly.
He feels her getting close to her release, again and reaches between them to twist her little bundle of nerves. He picks the pace up for the final few minutes, and they fly over the precipice together.
She rests her head against his shoulder, untangling herself from around his waist, and slowly lets him slip out of her.
He wraps his arms around her back as she stands, panting, she looks up into his bright, cerulean blue pools with all the love she can put into one look.
Staggered by what he sees in that moment, he leans back against the wall. That total love in her eyes is overwhelming.
He takes in a breath, breathing out he says, " God, Luv that was amazin'."
"Yeah, it was." She pants out still looking directly into his eyes.
'You know, if we don't get out of here soon, we're gonna turn into big, wrinkly, prunes, baby.'
Spike moves around her to get to the shower door, as he chuckles at her silly statement.
She grabs his hand.
He turns back to her, she pulls him close and says, "I love you." and places a small kiss on his lips.
"I know." He says stepping out of the stall. Turning his back on her, he smirks, knowing he just ruffled her feathers, so to say.
*God he is so infuriating* She thinks as she reaches behind her to turn off the water. She gets it turned off and opens the door.
When she opens it. Spike is standing there wrapped only in a towel, which is around his waist. The water is beading on his chest and running down to the towel, which is riding way low on his hips.
She finds one bead in particular, fascinating that is sliding directly down the middle of his body, she watches it until it slides down under the edge of the towel, wishing it was her hand instead of it.
"Luv, are you gonna stand there all night starin' at my tight little body?" He says, breaking her out of her water drop induced silence.
She looks up and sees that he's holding a towel out for her.
"Huh?" She says, as she tries to take the towel.
He chuckles and pulls the towel away from her, unfolding it as he does it. Holding it out for her as she steps out of the stall. He wraps her in it, and his arms.
He starts to dry her off, when he's finished, he picks her up, still wrapped in the towel and carries her to the bedroom.
"Spike, what are you doin'? She asks, as he takes her there.
As he gently lays her on the bed, slipping the towel out from under her as he does this.
Looking her in the eyes he smiles the sweetest smile she's ever had the honor of witnessing. He's answered her question with the look. No words needed.
He turns around to discard the towel on the floor and to light a couple of candles that had been there on the bureau and bedside table.
She turns on her side to watch him, the towel around his waist slips a little farther down and she grins.
"This time I'm gonna do it right, Luv. The shower isn't the most romantic setting to make love in." He says, lighting the candle at the bedside.
When he turns to her, she is lying on her side looking at him, and the candlelight is playing over her body. He draws in a breath, at the sight of her. *She truly is my Golden Goddess* he thinks as he looks her over, and sees his mark on her neck. It has completely obliterated the mark Angel left on her so many years ago.
He smiles *Yep, truly MINE*
(Hope you guys liked it, it was my very first lust scene so please tell me how I did, I hope it didn't suck too much. The next chappy answers a lot of questions I've gotten. So for those of you that wants to know why Spike was in hell, it's in the next chappy.)
Chp. 22
(A.N. I'm just saying you guys are gonna love this chappy I promise.)
What Spike sees when he enters the shower, takes his breath away.
Buffy is standing with her back to him, water beading on her golden skin and soft hair.
He stands there observing her for a few moments. He then grabs the shampoo, off of the side of the tub. He pours a good amount in his hand and places his empty hand on her shoulder.
She turns to him and smiles.
He reaches for her head and smoothes the shampoo into her hair, gently massaging it through. He smiles at the pure look of bliss on her face.
"MMM, Spike. That feels heavenly."
"Wouldn't know 'bout that, Luv. I don't know exactly where I was, but it sure felt like hell, without you there." He chuckles sweetly in her ear.
He finishes with her hair, and moves to get the soap.
This entails that he reach around her. Leaning close, she whimpers and he groans.
He grabs the soap, quickly, then leans down in front of her, and picks up her foot. He rubs the soap on it and lathers it real good.
Rubbing from her foot, up to her calf. Massaging all the muscles up to her thigh, and familiarizing himself with her again.
" I thought you washing my hair was heavenly, right now I'm back in heaven." She sighs out, under her breath.
He looks up from his task, and smiles that genuine smile of his. He notices that her eyes are closed, and shakes his head. He goes back to the leg and finishes with her hip.
He takes the other leg lavishing the same attention on it as he did the other, when he finishes with it; he kisses the inside of her thigh.
"Oh, God!" She gasps.
"Like that did'ya, Luv?"
"UNG!"
"Turned you into a blubbering pile of goo, did I?"
He stands up and looks at his wet, golden goddess, and holds his breath for a second, letting it out. He notices that he has gotten hard, just looking at her.
He thinks *Well what man wouldn't. She's the most beautiful thing on this earth. A man would have to be either blind or gay. * "God, you're magnificent, Luv." He says this backing away and trying to restrain himself and get under control.
When he thinks that he is a little more under control, he steps back to her. Taking a hand in one of his, he starts to administer the same attention on her arms and shoulders. Going from her shoulder all the way to the tips of her fingers.
He does this slowly and methodically, lavishing attention on every part of her, especially the most sensitive, the inside of her elbow and her fingertips.
She sighs out her pleasure, relaxing as much as she can in the shower.
He finally gets to her chest. and even slower than the rest of her body, massaging each breast, lovingly. His soft caresses make her sigh and moan even more than she already was.
He's getting harder by the second. He doesn't know how much longer he can take touching her and not having her.
"Luv?"
Buffy is off in the land of bliss, and groans out "Huh!" Startled out of it.
He laughs, softly "You can rinse now."
She says "Oh." and steps in under the spray of water.
He quickly soaps up, while she rinses off the suds and shampoo, watching her every move as she does.
She smoothes the shampoo out of her hair as he puts some in his own.
When she's finished, she opens her eyes to a lathered up and very aroused ex-vampire. She gets even more aroused than she was as she gazes at him.
She moves out of his way so he can rinse off. He quickly rinses off the suds and turns back to her.
He grabs her, pulling her in for an earth shattering, tongue wrestling kiss. The kiss deepens into a slow, lingering one.
He's slowly, sliding his hands up and down her arms, making goose pimples run all over her body. She pulls herself up his body, placing her legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss at all. She places her arms around his neck as he turns to lean up against the front of the shower, to brace himself.
He finally breaks the kiss, only because the need for oxygen was becoming urgent for the both of them. There's no way that he would've done it for any other reason.
"Oh, God, Luv." He pants out "I need you, now."
She opens her eyes, to cerulean pools that she could drown in. She remembers something that he'd told her a few years ago. "I'm drowning in you Spike, I'm drowning in you." She says repeating the words he had said that fateful night.
He looks at her STUNNED. He thought he'd never hear those words again, not from her anyway. The only person he'd ever said them to and really meant what he was saying.
He wraps his arms around her; hugging her so tight he knocks the breath out of her.
"Spike, oxygen, becoming an issue." She gasps out.
He loosens his grip on her, not letting go, just loosening it enough for her to breath.
He buries his face in her neck, kissing, nipping, and biting at it. He doesn't know that he has grown fangs, while loving on her. Instinctually he bites into her neck.
"Spike?" she gasps loudly.
He is still buried in her neck, not noticing her question. He's just savoring the taste of the powerful aphrodisiac, otherwise known as slayer blood, on his tongue.
She notices that he's not sucking, just tasting her.
He retracts his fangs, licking the bite, to help it heal.
Buffy feels him slip them out of her neck and looks down at him. "That was wig worthy, but I'm not wigging just surprised is all."
Spike is still licking her neck. He looks up at her all fangy, and golden eyed. "Mine." He growls out from between said fangs.
Buffy is shocked searching his face; she sees that there aren't any bumpies, just the fangs and golden eyes.
She finally registers what he's said and answers him. "Yes, baby yours." She says sincerely.
That's all he needed, his fangs retract and his eyes go back to the bright blue of the man. She confirmed that yes she is his and the man came back.
He looks at her neck and says, "What happened, Luv?"
"You don't remember?"
"Yeah, I soddin' remember, I just don't understand how?"
"Well, baby it could be that you still have a little of that demon in you after all. It doesn't matter, remember I like a little monster in my man, not a problem." She smiles warmly at him, taking one of his hands in hers.
"How'd ya know about that, Luv?" He says sitting her back down on the white tile of the shower.
She pushes her hair off of her shoulder and says, "A little, black Kevlar clad birdie, told me and before you start, I am not getting into a fight about him. I'm going to say one thing and that's it. He told me about the little heart to un-beating heart you and he had the night he left.
Spike just smiles and shakes his head, because he really didn't care what that big, hulking ponce had said *Hell, he left the best bloody thing to walk the earth. THE WANKER* He thinks to himself.
He looks up from his thinking, and grabs her other hand and pulls her to him. Kissing her, he moves from her mouth to her chin nibbling on it for a few seconds.
He tires of her chin and moves down to her neck. He vamps again, but this time he notices and reigns him self in. He doesn't want to scare her and he thinks to his self *It seems I only do it when I'm gonna get some or think I'm gonna get some anyway. * He looks up at Buffy, she has her eyes closed, and her head thrown back in ecstasy.
He smiles at the site of her, and then goes back to his exploration of his naked Buffy.
Her hands come up to his hips, and slowly and methodically crawl their way up to his chest. She then pushes him back up against the wall of the shower.
She takes him in her tiny, but strong, little hand and starts slowly massaging the length of him.
He groans and whimpers, *God it's been so Bloody long, since I've felt this. It's bloody wonderful* He thinks, still at her neck. He knowingly vamps and bites her. This time he sucks a slight bit, not drinking her, just sucking a few drops out of her neck.
Buffy cries out in ecstasy.
Spike growls and sucks a bit harder, getting a bit more of her essence.
She climbs up his body, wrapping her legs back around him, and lets him slip inside her.
*Oh, god I think I'm bloody on fire* He thinks, starting to take his fangs out of her neck.
"Don't stop." She whimpers out, surprising him.
He pulls out anyway. "Luv?" He asks, concerned and a little aroused too, because he thinks that she told him not to quit.
She opens her eyes, looking directly into his, still completely impaled on him, she adjusts herself and slowly starts to move on him. She says, "I said, don't stop." Placing his head back to her neck.
After that admission, who is he to argue?
He slips his fangs back into the bite, which he notices is exactly where Angel's bite was. Now it's totally gone, covered by his mark. He smiles against her neck.
She's oblivious, all she knows is this is the best she's ever had it and she doesn't want it to end.
She screams when Spike sucks hard on her neck, harder than any other time.
He feels her muscles tighten around him, and retracts his fangs completely. He resumes his exploration of her neck and any other part of her that he can get to.
He wants this to last a bit longer, for her, plus he isn't even close to happy land yet.
Her legs are still wrapped around his waist and she is slowly riding him. She has set the slowest rhythm that she has ever allowed with him.
*I can't believe the first time I get to make love to my slayer, we're doin' it in a soddin' shower* He thinks, chuckling lightly.
He feels her getting close to her release, again and reaches between them to twist her little bundle of nerves. He picks the pace up for the final few minutes, and they fly over the precipice together.
She rests her head against his shoulder, untangling herself from around his waist, and slowly lets him slip out of her.
He wraps his arms around her back as she stands, panting, she looks up into his bright, cerulean blue pools with all the love she can put into one look.
Staggered by what he sees in that moment, he leans back against the wall. That total love in her eyes is overwhelming.
He takes in a breath, breathing out he says, " God, Luv that was amazin'."
"Yeah, it was." She pants out still looking directly into his eyes.
'You know, if we don't get out of here soon, we're gonna turn into big, wrinkly, prunes, baby.'
Spike moves around her to get to the shower door, as he chuckles at her silly statement.
She grabs his hand.
He turns back to her, she pulls him close and says, "I love you." and places a small kiss on his lips.
"I know." He says stepping out of the stall. Turning his back on her, he smirks, knowing he just ruffled her feathers, so to say.
*God he is so infuriating* She thinks as she reaches behind her to turn off the water. She gets it turned off and opens the door.
When she opens it. Spike is standing there wrapped only in a towel, which is around his waist. The water is beading on his chest and running down to the towel, which is riding way low on his hips.
She finds one bead in particular, fascinating that is sliding directly down the middle of his body, she watches it until it slides down under the edge of the towel, wishing it was her hand instead of it.
"Luv, are you gonna stand there all night starin' at my tight little body?" He says, breaking her out of her water drop induced silence.
She looks up and sees that he's holding a towel out for her.
"Huh?" She says, as she tries to take the towel.
He chuckles and pulls the towel away from her, unfolding it as he does it. Holding it out for her as she steps out of the stall. He wraps her in it, and his arms.
He starts to dry her off, when he's finished, he picks her up, still wrapped in the towel and carries her to the bedroom.
"Spike, what are you doin'? She asks, as he takes her there.
As he gently lays her on the bed, slipping the towel out from under her as he does this.
Looking her in the eyes he smiles the sweetest smile she's ever had the honor of witnessing. He's answered her question with the look. No words needed.
He turns around to discard the towel on the floor and to light a couple of candles that had been there on the bureau and bedside table.
She turns on her side to watch him, the towel around his waist slips a little farther down and she grins.
"This time I'm gonna do it right, Luv. The shower isn't the most romantic setting to make love in." He says, lighting the candle at the bedside.
When he turns to her, she is lying on her side looking at him, and the candlelight is playing over her body. He draws in a breath, at the sight of her. *She truly is my Golden Goddess* he thinks as he looks her over, and sees his mark on her neck. It has completely obliterated the mark Angel left on her so many years ago.
He smiles *Yep, truly MINE*
(Hope you guys liked it, it was my very first lust scene so please tell me how I did, I hope it didn't suck too much. The next chappy answers a lot of questions I've gotten. So for those of you that wants to know why Spike was in hell, it's in the next chappy.)