The End and Beginning
Chp. 32
Spike starts a line from her collarbone down to her navel. He stops momentarily to kiss and nibble on the skin over her ribs, knowing that this is one of the most sensitive parts of her body. The caresses of his mouth on this spot make her moan and squirm beneath him. He groans as she rubs her nearly naked body against his jeans clad legs and hardening erection.
Flicking his tongue into her navel, he thrusts it in out virtually making love to it, making her groan out his name. While he laves attention to her stomach and navel, he reaches between their bodies and unfastens the button on her pants and slowly pulls the zipper down, splaying his hand on the slight bump of her stomach, and resting the tips of his fingers under the waistband of her black, lacy underwear.
He slides back up her body, kissing his way all the way back up her. He places a light, loving kiss on each peaked nipple, and then grabs the edges of her shirt slowly parts it further to reveal her whole torso. Pulling her up, he removes her arms from the sleeves one at a time, and as slowly as he can, cherishing every inch of tanned skin that is revealed. After completely removing the shirt he discards it to the floor and looks at the complete upper part of naked Buffy. His Golden Goddess, Goldilocks, and anything else that is worshipful, for that is what he is doing in the few seconds he peruses her body, worshipping at the altar of Buffy Summers. He'll ever quit, now that his goddess is truly his.
Buffy slides her hands down his chest, to his stomach making a slow and torturous journey to the waist of his oh, so tight black jeans, finally making it to the target she grabs the hem of his shirt out of his pants and yanks it off and over his head. Leaning up she runs her nails up his chest, following the path of her nails with her teeth, tongue and lips.
Spike flinches at the pleasure he is receiving from her talented mouth, and growls out her name in a soft way.
"Oh, Jesus, Goldilocks. Do it again, no wait let me do you. God, I need you." He groans out, and shifts around to try and release some of the pressure that is growing by the minute in his pants. The bulge is completely evident against the tight fabric of the pants.
Buffy glances down, grabbing his erection and letting the button loose with the hand that isn't rubbing against him, "let me get that for you, Honey." she whispers seductively, raising her eyes and looking through her eyelashes. She smirks at him and lowers the zipper of the offending garment of clothing.
He springs out of his confines and she laughs, "Forgot about the no underwear." She quips, and wraps her tiny hand around him, slowly rubbing up down the shaft and reaches down with the hand that was previously unoccupied and cups the other part of his manhood, rubbing them in time with the ministrations of the other hand.
He hisses and bites his bottom lip; bringing blood he bites so hard, "Luv, please." He begs her.
Leaning down and replacing her hand with her mouth, she takes a tentative lick at his tip and looks up to him smiling a Cheshire grin "Now whose begging?" She asks as she goes back to her task, she takes his whole length in her mouth, and rubs his balls against the rhythm of her tongue and mouth.
"Good, God Buffy, I need you, NOW!" He cries as he raises his hips off the bed as she bites and licks the vein on the underside of his cock.
Suddenly Buffy is on her back, and Spike is over her. She looks up into his darkening, blue almost completely black eyes and sees the love, lust and passion in them. Her eyes widen in disbelief of all the things she sees there. Her muscles tense against the onslaught of emotion and she draws in a breath, holding it for a second.
He draws away from her long enough to discard his jeans and help her struggle out of hers, and then he is back on top of her.
As soon as he is back with her, she reaches between them and grabs a hold of his member and rubs him again, making him tense up every muscle and moan, uncontrollably. He moves with the rhythm of her hand on him.
A drop of pre-cum glistens on the tip of his member, as she slides her back up, she feels the sticky substance against her hand. She looks up into his eyes, and smiles. She rubs her hand against the tip of him, rubbing the substance all over him.
Seeing the smile she bestowed upon him, he smiles back down at her. Leaning on his side, he stops her hand from moving on him, pulling it away from him, he brings the delicate, but powerful little palm to his mouth and licks it completely clean of his own essence.
When he starts to lick her hand, he looks deeply into her darkening green eyes. She feels tingles running from her palm all the way to the center of her being and settling somewhere south of her stomach.
He smirks against her palm; he has seen everything showing through in her eyes. He slides his hands down her body to the waistband of her thong. He slides his hand under it and finds the object of her pleasure, making her flinch in ecstasy. He slowly and gently starts to massage the tight little bundle of nerves, almost brining her to the brink and removes his hand.
Panting and groaning, Buffy is almost there and then his hand is gone. She looks up and around, Spike is over her smiling gently, not in a cocky way, just smiling the most endearing smile she has ever seen cross his face. She smiles back, completely startled, and missing the contact of his body.
Suddenly his expression changes, he smiles down on her with a gleam in his totally black eyes. She whimpers at the look, "Shh, Luv, Do you really think I'm gonna let my woman go unsatisfied?"
Leaning down he briefly kisses her, while he moves his hands down to her waist and removes her pants and underwear.
She raises her hips off of the bed to help with taking her pants off. When her pants are completely off of her body, he leans on an elbow and appraises her again. " You're so damned beautiful, Luv. No wonder I could never kill you, I was too stunned by your beauty. You should be against the law for the beauty which is you." He sighs out and crawls up the bed to her center and places a brief kiss on the bundle of nerves, at the apex of her parted legs. Which in turn makes her gasp and moan more than before. He chuckles against her stomach.
He slowly crawls up her torso, strategically placing whisper, soft kisses on the most sensitive spots of her body, as he makes his way to her lips.
His barely there kisses, leave her wanting more and she gasps, moans and cries out his name.
He reaches her head and she closes her eyes, thinking he'll kiss her, instead he leans down, placing his face in the crook of her neck and nuzzles it softly.
He slowly trails his hand down her body, and between her legs, he gently slips a finger into her soft depths, just as suddenly he places another one inside her, gently moving them in her tightness.
Her whole body jerks off of the bed from the exquisite torture his fingers are administrating inside of her body. She loves the feel of him being in her, even if it is just a couple of very long and experienced fingers.
He slowly removes his hand from her pelvis and brings it to his mouth. He sticks the two fingers in his mouth and slowly, but methodically sucks and licks all of his slayers sweet nectar from them. All the while looking straight into her eyes, wanting to watch her reaction to his enjoyment of tasting her on his own skin.
Sighing, he says "Ambrosia, Luv, surely the gods would fall to their knees to get just one taste of you. You taste so good, Slayer, better than blood or those bloomin' onion things." He licks his fingers one last time as he moves his body between her soft and inviting thighs.
Rubbing the tip of his erection in her juices and teasing her mercilessly. He suddenly hears some of the sweetest words he's heard her murmur, or at least to him they're sweet.
"Spike, oh god, I need you. Please oh god, I need you, inside me, NOW." She pleads, as she raises her hips from the bed and towards his throbbing member.
"Never thought I'd see the day that a slayer would beg a vampire for it, Luv. Please keep it up, makes me feel all manly. Thought you weren't the beggin' type." He quips; as he slides into her hot depths, inch by agonizing inch. "You just keep surprising me, Luv, and I like it. God you feel like heaven so damned good, Buffy, Luv."
He moves inside her, setting an excruciatingly slow pace. His control straining, he thinks *Good god, Bloody hell, she wants to be made love to and if it takes every ounce of control I have, I'll make love to my mate and damned well will make it last. *
He nuzzles and kisses every part of her he can get to on her body. He makes love to with his whole being, hands, lips and body all over her, drowning her in him as he is drowning in her. He gives everything of himself in this one act of love and devotion.
She finally feels complete as Spike lips cover her neck, shoulders and face in a rain of kisses, his hands moving from one spot to another in a split second, never resting to caress one spot for too long. She returns her whole being to him as she feels he is doing for her. She gives him everything in return for his everything.
As their bodies writhe together, sliding with their perspiration. She can only think of one thing. *God how did I ever deny that I am in love with this man, I love him so damned much it aches to not be in his arms*
They make love for what seems to be hours, bringing each other pleasure time and time again.
He finally vamps, as the last round starts to come to the final conclusion, sliding his fangs into her vulnerable and exposed neck. She cries out one last time, in the throws of passion he is generating with his bite. When she cries out, he knows she's ready and he releases his passion along with her, spilling his seed deep within her.
Still intimately connected, he collapses on top of her, panting and groaning, against her neck.
He gently flips them over, so that she is on top and not having to endure his weight any longer. He runs his hands through her golden halo of hair.
She casually slides off of his body, to lie at his side. She lays her head on his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart, and drawing lazy patterns on his stomach, he is still playing with her hair. She places a kiss on his chest, and looks up to his eyes. "Well I guess we can add the vamp endurance on the list of stuff you have retained." She says, smiling.
He chuckles, and she feels the rumble against her face as she lays her head back down. "Yeah, Luv, but how would we explain, how we found out?" He asks still chuckling slightly.
" Like they have no idea what we've been up here doing for the last few hours, Spike. I'm sure it would embarrass Giles to no end, actually bringing that up to him. It might be good for a laugh." She answers, as sarcastically as she can, after the day they just spent together; alone it's not all that sarcastic.
She finally finds the energy to move and crawls back up the bed to be face to face with him. "I love you, you know that, right? I really truly love everything about you, baby."
She looks at him with all of her love shining through those clear, perfect eyes, and he believes for the first time that she really does love him, just as much as he does her.
He picks up her hand placing a kiss on the palm of it; he looks back up into her eyes, with tears at the corners of his own eyes "I'm beginning to believe it, my love." He says leaning up from the pillows he was leaning against, to place a soft, loving kiss on her lips.
He lies back against the pillows, again, thinking *that if this tiny woman lying here in his arms can truly love him. That anything is possible. *
"Luv, we'd better get back down to the others, soon."
"Aw, do we have to?" She groans as she rolls over and reluctantly moves from his chest. She grapples for her clothing in the floor beside the bed, but can't find them, and she sluggishly gets up from the bed, and finds her pants and underwear, but doesn't find her shirt and bra.
He chuckles loudly at her and reaches for his own clothing, but when he brings his hand up with cloth in it he sees that it's her shirt and throws it at her. Reaching back down he finds his pants and gets up himself to put them back on.
Walking over to her, and wrapping her in his tight embrace he kisses her on the top of her head and goes into the bathroom to clean up.
"Where are you going?" She asks as he walks to the door.
"Shower, Luv, and before you say it. No you can't join me."
"Why?" She pouts.
" 'Cause, Luv if we did, we'd never get out of here and well I really don't fancy them sendin' some one up here to see if we're still alive." He replies as he shuts the door.
Chp. 32
Spike starts a line from her collarbone down to her navel. He stops momentarily to kiss and nibble on the skin over her ribs, knowing that this is one of the most sensitive parts of her body. The caresses of his mouth on this spot make her moan and squirm beneath him. He groans as she rubs her nearly naked body against his jeans clad legs and hardening erection.
Flicking his tongue into her navel, he thrusts it in out virtually making love to it, making her groan out his name. While he laves attention to her stomach and navel, he reaches between their bodies and unfastens the button on her pants and slowly pulls the zipper down, splaying his hand on the slight bump of her stomach, and resting the tips of his fingers under the waistband of her black, lacy underwear.
He slides back up her body, kissing his way all the way back up her. He places a light, loving kiss on each peaked nipple, and then grabs the edges of her shirt slowly parts it further to reveal her whole torso. Pulling her up, he removes her arms from the sleeves one at a time, and as slowly as he can, cherishing every inch of tanned skin that is revealed. After completely removing the shirt he discards it to the floor and looks at the complete upper part of naked Buffy. His Golden Goddess, Goldilocks, and anything else that is worshipful, for that is what he is doing in the few seconds he peruses her body, worshipping at the altar of Buffy Summers. He'll ever quit, now that his goddess is truly his.
Buffy slides her hands down his chest, to his stomach making a slow and torturous journey to the waist of his oh, so tight black jeans, finally making it to the target she grabs the hem of his shirt out of his pants and yanks it off and over his head. Leaning up she runs her nails up his chest, following the path of her nails with her teeth, tongue and lips.
Spike flinches at the pleasure he is receiving from her talented mouth, and growls out her name in a soft way.
"Oh, Jesus, Goldilocks. Do it again, no wait let me do you. God, I need you." He groans out, and shifts around to try and release some of the pressure that is growing by the minute in his pants. The bulge is completely evident against the tight fabric of the pants.
Buffy glances down, grabbing his erection and letting the button loose with the hand that isn't rubbing against him, "let me get that for you, Honey." she whispers seductively, raising her eyes and looking through her eyelashes. She smirks at him and lowers the zipper of the offending garment of clothing.
He springs out of his confines and she laughs, "Forgot about the no underwear." She quips, and wraps her tiny hand around him, slowly rubbing up down the shaft and reaches down with the hand that was previously unoccupied and cups the other part of his manhood, rubbing them in time with the ministrations of the other hand.
He hisses and bites his bottom lip; bringing blood he bites so hard, "Luv, please." He begs her.
Leaning down and replacing her hand with her mouth, she takes a tentative lick at his tip and looks up to him smiling a Cheshire grin "Now whose begging?" She asks as she goes back to her task, she takes his whole length in her mouth, and rubs his balls against the rhythm of her tongue and mouth.
"Good, God Buffy, I need you, NOW!" He cries as he raises his hips off the bed as she bites and licks the vein on the underside of his cock.
Suddenly Buffy is on her back, and Spike is over her. She looks up into his darkening, blue almost completely black eyes and sees the love, lust and passion in them. Her eyes widen in disbelief of all the things she sees there. Her muscles tense against the onslaught of emotion and she draws in a breath, holding it for a second.
He draws away from her long enough to discard his jeans and help her struggle out of hers, and then he is back on top of her.
As soon as he is back with her, she reaches between them and grabs a hold of his member and rubs him again, making him tense up every muscle and moan, uncontrollably. He moves with the rhythm of her hand on him.
A drop of pre-cum glistens on the tip of his member, as she slides her back up, she feels the sticky substance against her hand. She looks up into his eyes, and smiles. She rubs her hand against the tip of him, rubbing the substance all over him.
Seeing the smile she bestowed upon him, he smiles back down at her. Leaning on his side, he stops her hand from moving on him, pulling it away from him, he brings the delicate, but powerful little palm to his mouth and licks it completely clean of his own essence.
When he starts to lick her hand, he looks deeply into her darkening green eyes. She feels tingles running from her palm all the way to the center of her being and settling somewhere south of her stomach.
He smirks against her palm; he has seen everything showing through in her eyes. He slides his hands down her body to the waistband of her thong. He slides his hand under it and finds the object of her pleasure, making her flinch in ecstasy. He slowly and gently starts to massage the tight little bundle of nerves, almost brining her to the brink and removes his hand.
Panting and groaning, Buffy is almost there and then his hand is gone. She looks up and around, Spike is over her smiling gently, not in a cocky way, just smiling the most endearing smile she has ever seen cross his face. She smiles back, completely startled, and missing the contact of his body.
Suddenly his expression changes, he smiles down on her with a gleam in his totally black eyes. She whimpers at the look, "Shh, Luv, Do you really think I'm gonna let my woman go unsatisfied?"
Leaning down he briefly kisses her, while he moves his hands down to her waist and removes her pants and underwear.
She raises her hips off of the bed to help with taking her pants off. When her pants are completely off of her body, he leans on an elbow and appraises her again. " You're so damned beautiful, Luv. No wonder I could never kill you, I was too stunned by your beauty. You should be against the law for the beauty which is you." He sighs out and crawls up the bed to her center and places a brief kiss on the bundle of nerves, at the apex of her parted legs. Which in turn makes her gasp and moan more than before. He chuckles against her stomach.
He slowly crawls up her torso, strategically placing whisper, soft kisses on the most sensitive spots of her body, as he makes his way to her lips.
His barely there kisses, leave her wanting more and she gasps, moans and cries out his name.
He reaches her head and she closes her eyes, thinking he'll kiss her, instead he leans down, placing his face in the crook of her neck and nuzzles it softly.
He slowly trails his hand down her body, and between her legs, he gently slips a finger into her soft depths, just as suddenly he places another one inside her, gently moving them in her tightness.
Her whole body jerks off of the bed from the exquisite torture his fingers are administrating inside of her body. She loves the feel of him being in her, even if it is just a couple of very long and experienced fingers.
He slowly removes his hand from her pelvis and brings it to his mouth. He sticks the two fingers in his mouth and slowly, but methodically sucks and licks all of his slayers sweet nectar from them. All the while looking straight into her eyes, wanting to watch her reaction to his enjoyment of tasting her on his own skin.
Sighing, he says "Ambrosia, Luv, surely the gods would fall to their knees to get just one taste of you. You taste so good, Slayer, better than blood or those bloomin' onion things." He licks his fingers one last time as he moves his body between her soft and inviting thighs.
Rubbing the tip of his erection in her juices and teasing her mercilessly. He suddenly hears some of the sweetest words he's heard her murmur, or at least to him they're sweet.
"Spike, oh god, I need you. Please oh god, I need you, inside me, NOW." She pleads, as she raises her hips from the bed and towards his throbbing member.
"Never thought I'd see the day that a slayer would beg a vampire for it, Luv. Please keep it up, makes me feel all manly. Thought you weren't the beggin' type." He quips; as he slides into her hot depths, inch by agonizing inch. "You just keep surprising me, Luv, and I like it. God you feel like heaven so damned good, Buffy, Luv."
He moves inside her, setting an excruciatingly slow pace. His control straining, he thinks *Good god, Bloody hell, she wants to be made love to and if it takes every ounce of control I have, I'll make love to my mate and damned well will make it last. *
He nuzzles and kisses every part of her he can get to on her body. He makes love to with his whole being, hands, lips and body all over her, drowning her in him as he is drowning in her. He gives everything of himself in this one act of love and devotion.
She finally feels complete as Spike lips cover her neck, shoulders and face in a rain of kisses, his hands moving from one spot to another in a split second, never resting to caress one spot for too long. She returns her whole being to him as she feels he is doing for her. She gives him everything in return for his everything.
As their bodies writhe together, sliding with their perspiration. She can only think of one thing. *God how did I ever deny that I am in love with this man, I love him so damned much it aches to not be in his arms*
They make love for what seems to be hours, bringing each other pleasure time and time again.
He finally vamps, as the last round starts to come to the final conclusion, sliding his fangs into her vulnerable and exposed neck. She cries out one last time, in the throws of passion he is generating with his bite. When she cries out, he knows she's ready and he releases his passion along with her, spilling his seed deep within her.
Still intimately connected, he collapses on top of her, panting and groaning, against her neck.
He gently flips them over, so that she is on top and not having to endure his weight any longer. He runs his hands through her golden halo of hair.
She casually slides off of his body, to lie at his side. She lays her head on his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart, and drawing lazy patterns on his stomach, he is still playing with her hair. She places a kiss on his chest, and looks up to his eyes. "Well I guess we can add the vamp endurance on the list of stuff you have retained." She says, smiling.
He chuckles, and she feels the rumble against her face as she lays her head back down. "Yeah, Luv, but how would we explain, how we found out?" He asks still chuckling slightly.
" Like they have no idea what we've been up here doing for the last few hours, Spike. I'm sure it would embarrass Giles to no end, actually bringing that up to him. It might be good for a laugh." She answers, as sarcastically as she can, after the day they just spent together; alone it's not all that sarcastic.
She finally finds the energy to move and crawls back up the bed to be face to face with him. "I love you, you know that, right? I really truly love everything about you, baby."
She looks at him with all of her love shining through those clear, perfect eyes, and he believes for the first time that she really does love him, just as much as he does her.
He picks up her hand placing a kiss on the palm of it; he looks back up into her eyes, with tears at the corners of his own eyes "I'm beginning to believe it, my love." He says leaning up from the pillows he was leaning against, to place a soft, loving kiss on her lips.
He lies back against the pillows, again, thinking *that if this tiny woman lying here in his arms can truly love him. That anything is possible. *
"Luv, we'd better get back down to the others, soon."
"Aw, do we have to?" She groans as she rolls over and reluctantly moves from his chest. She grapples for her clothing in the floor beside the bed, but can't find them, and she sluggishly gets up from the bed, and finds her pants and underwear, but doesn't find her shirt and bra.
He chuckles loudly at her and reaches for his own clothing, but when he brings his hand up with cloth in it he sees that it's her shirt and throws it at her. Reaching back down he finds his pants and gets up himself to put them back on.
Walking over to her, and wrapping her in his tight embrace he kisses her on the top of her head and goes into the bathroom to clean up.
"Where are you going?" She asks as he walks to the door.
"Shower, Luv, and before you say it. No you can't join me."
"Why?" She pouts.
" 'Cause, Luv if we did, we'd never get out of here and well I really don't fancy them sendin' some one up here to see if we're still alive." He replies as he shuts the door.