Buffy panted from her strange position. Her head was at the foot of the
bed. One leg and arm were dangling off the bed. One leg was on the night
stand. Her other arm was resting on Spike's leg, which was for some reason
stretched across her stomach. They had both fully intended their first
night together to be slow and sensual. And it was, for a little while. Then
things seemed out of their control and had resulted in their current
positions. The room was a little worse for the wear as well. They had
knocked over and broken a lamp. The phone was in pieces on the floor, the
victim of an errant knee or elbow.....neither remembered which. There was a
big hole in the wall from the headboard, which itself had cracked a few
hours earlier. And the bed made a curious creaking sound like if there
were any more movement, it might give way. Which is how they came to be
lying very still for the time being.
"Pet?" Spike asked, his head hanging off the bed.
"Sshh....don't move."
"Well, I'm afraid movement is an inevitability."
"Ok, ok, but very slowly. I'll go first. Get your leg off me." Spike complied as Buffy gently rolled off the bed. Once she was free, she said, "Ok, you're turn. And be careful! I don't think Xander would like to come fix my bed, especially knowing you were the cause of it being broken."
"Me?! I don't think I was in this bed alone, luv." Spike slowly sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He stood up. Nothing happened. "See? It's fine." Just then, one leg of the bed collapsed loudly, causing Buffy to cock an eyebrow at Spike. "Ok, so not fine. I'll fix it in the morning. But, uh, in the meantime....you do have other beds in this joint, right?" He looked at her suggestively.
"Oh no, you're not ruining any more of my furniture!" She crossed her arms underneath her breasts, which still entranced Spike from time to time.
"Right, then." Spike pulled the bedspread and pillows off the bed and made a pallet in the floor. He laid down and put his hand out for Buffy to join him. She stretched out next to him and laid her head on his chest. Spike kissed the top of her head.
"You are so amazing. I never thought.....I mean, I've been wondering what it would be like with you for a while now......but that.....wow."
"Well, as I recall, I wasn't the only one involved, luv. But, uh, safe to say you've never had a seeing to quite like that?"
"Never.....I forgot what it's like with a vampire." Buffy felt Spike tense a little. "But I mean, even with.....him......it wasn't like this. With him, it was just that once and well......"
"And Captain Cardboard?"
Buffy slapped him lightly on the stomach. "His name is Riley. And no.....nothing compares. I wonder if you haven't ruined me on humans for good," Buffy teased, her voice betraying a touch of sadness.
"Yeah, well, same here. Other way around, though. I forgot how.....the heat of humans. The wet heat.....God, and your Slayer strength and muscles. Pet, you have no idea what you do to me."
"You forgot? I thought you said you'd never had a real girlfriend. Or did William frequent the ladies of the evening?"
"Oh, right, ladies of the evening. William was a poof, luv. He would have never done something so 'wrong.'"
"Ok, so where do you know the 'heat' of humans from?" Buffy prodded.
Spike sighed. "Not really stories for afterglow, luv."
"What? Why not? I'm not asking for details, but you made William out to be this big loser guy. Turns out he was getting play all along. Come on, what was sex like in the Victorian Era?" She turned her face up to his, still resting on his chest.
Spike cocked an eyebrow at her. "Much like it is now, I'd assume. Probably less broken furniture though." He nodded toward the bed. "But I wouldn't really know, because I didn't have any when I was alive."
"But, you said.....ok, I'm confused. You mean you had sex with humans when you were a vampire? Was it like the 'suck job' houses? People get off on having sex with vamps? I mean, I know *I* do, but still.....didn't know it was a 'thing'."
"It's not a 'thing', or maybe it is, I don't know. I don't mean that." Spike sighed and pushed Buffy off of him. He held her by the shoulders gently. "What I'm saying is, I've done a lot of things in my unlife that you and I don't need to discuss. Let's just let the past stay dead, ok?"
Buffy nodded, getting his implications. "Sorry, didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
Spike let her lay on his chest again and played with her hair. "You didn't, luv. Don't worry about it."
Buffy frowned, but Spike couldn't see it. She got his last implication too, whether he meant to imply it or not. As Buffy drifted off to sleep, she wondered what kind of man Spike really was, and if she would like him if she ever find out.
Spike held her and felt the moment she fell asleep. She definitely had a reason to be tired. Probably hadn't had a night like that ever. She'd told him as much. But now it was Spike's time to think. He hadn't thought much in the previous hours, pretty much running on parts other than his brain. He had told her it was ok if she never loved him. And it was, kind of. Maybe. Not really at all. Now that he had her in his arms, was in her life so intimately, it was going to be hard for him to keep his word. It was only natural to want more once you got what you thought would be enough. Spike knew he wanted her to love him more than anything. Even more than the rock 'em sock 'em sex they had. Even more than he had ever wanted Dru.
He wanted to see his love reflected in her eyes. He wanted to hear the words. He wanted to feel her warm breath as she whispered them in the dark. But he wandered if he would really ever have it. She had loved Angel, he was sure of this. Maybe she had loved Riley, but he sincerely doubted it went as deep as with his grandsire. Spike chuckled softly, realizing that he had never wanted to be Angel more in his life. But then again, Spike realized, Angel could never have what Spike was having right now. Afterglow from hours long sex. And it wasn't like Buffy hated him or was just using him. She didn't look at him like he was a thing like she used to. He chuckled again, knowing if Buffy felt that way about him, she'd never have sex with him. She saw he was more than a monster, but what exactly did she see? Did she really see him as a man as she claimed? Spike let out a groan as he realized he was brooding. He had the love of his unlife in his arms after making her call out his name in ecstasy several times, and he was brooding about wanting more from her. 'You got more than you bloody deserve, ya git.'
Just before he started brooding about being broody, he heard a quiet little mewl. He smiled. "Psss-psssst. Over here, bit." Summer jumped from the chair and seemed to search for a moment before bounding up to him. She hopped up on his chest and started intently sniffing him. Spike whispered, "Oh, come on, just had a little bit of fun with my other best girl. You wouldn't begrudge me that, would you? You know you'll always be my little bit." Summer laid on his stomach and stretched, prickling her claws ever so lightly into his skin. She drifted off to sleep again, purring loudly. Before long, Spike followed suit, sleeping and purring with the only things that mattered in his world.
**
TBC
"Pet?" Spike asked, his head hanging off the bed.
"Sshh....don't move."
"Well, I'm afraid movement is an inevitability."
"Ok, ok, but very slowly. I'll go first. Get your leg off me." Spike complied as Buffy gently rolled off the bed. Once she was free, she said, "Ok, you're turn. And be careful! I don't think Xander would like to come fix my bed, especially knowing you were the cause of it being broken."
"Me?! I don't think I was in this bed alone, luv." Spike slowly sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He stood up. Nothing happened. "See? It's fine." Just then, one leg of the bed collapsed loudly, causing Buffy to cock an eyebrow at Spike. "Ok, so not fine. I'll fix it in the morning. But, uh, in the meantime....you do have other beds in this joint, right?" He looked at her suggestively.
"Oh no, you're not ruining any more of my furniture!" She crossed her arms underneath her breasts, which still entranced Spike from time to time.
"Right, then." Spike pulled the bedspread and pillows off the bed and made a pallet in the floor. He laid down and put his hand out for Buffy to join him. She stretched out next to him and laid her head on his chest. Spike kissed the top of her head.
"You are so amazing. I never thought.....I mean, I've been wondering what it would be like with you for a while now......but that.....wow."
"Well, as I recall, I wasn't the only one involved, luv. But, uh, safe to say you've never had a seeing to quite like that?"
"Never.....I forgot what it's like with a vampire." Buffy felt Spike tense a little. "But I mean, even with.....him......it wasn't like this. With him, it was just that once and well......"
"And Captain Cardboard?"
Buffy slapped him lightly on the stomach. "His name is Riley. And no.....nothing compares. I wonder if you haven't ruined me on humans for good," Buffy teased, her voice betraying a touch of sadness.
"Yeah, well, same here. Other way around, though. I forgot how.....the heat of humans. The wet heat.....God, and your Slayer strength and muscles. Pet, you have no idea what you do to me."
"You forgot? I thought you said you'd never had a real girlfriend. Or did William frequent the ladies of the evening?"
"Oh, right, ladies of the evening. William was a poof, luv. He would have never done something so 'wrong.'"
"Ok, so where do you know the 'heat' of humans from?" Buffy prodded.
Spike sighed. "Not really stories for afterglow, luv."
"What? Why not? I'm not asking for details, but you made William out to be this big loser guy. Turns out he was getting play all along. Come on, what was sex like in the Victorian Era?" She turned her face up to his, still resting on his chest.
Spike cocked an eyebrow at her. "Much like it is now, I'd assume. Probably less broken furniture though." He nodded toward the bed. "But I wouldn't really know, because I didn't have any when I was alive."
"But, you said.....ok, I'm confused. You mean you had sex with humans when you were a vampire? Was it like the 'suck job' houses? People get off on having sex with vamps? I mean, I know *I* do, but still.....didn't know it was a 'thing'."
"It's not a 'thing', or maybe it is, I don't know. I don't mean that." Spike sighed and pushed Buffy off of him. He held her by the shoulders gently. "What I'm saying is, I've done a lot of things in my unlife that you and I don't need to discuss. Let's just let the past stay dead, ok?"
Buffy nodded, getting his implications. "Sorry, didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
Spike let her lay on his chest again and played with her hair. "You didn't, luv. Don't worry about it."
Buffy frowned, but Spike couldn't see it. She got his last implication too, whether he meant to imply it or not. As Buffy drifted off to sleep, she wondered what kind of man Spike really was, and if she would like him if she ever find out.
Spike held her and felt the moment she fell asleep. She definitely had a reason to be tired. Probably hadn't had a night like that ever. She'd told him as much. But now it was Spike's time to think. He hadn't thought much in the previous hours, pretty much running on parts other than his brain. He had told her it was ok if she never loved him. And it was, kind of. Maybe. Not really at all. Now that he had her in his arms, was in her life so intimately, it was going to be hard for him to keep his word. It was only natural to want more once you got what you thought would be enough. Spike knew he wanted her to love him more than anything. Even more than the rock 'em sock 'em sex they had. Even more than he had ever wanted Dru.
He wanted to see his love reflected in her eyes. He wanted to hear the words. He wanted to feel her warm breath as she whispered them in the dark. But he wandered if he would really ever have it. She had loved Angel, he was sure of this. Maybe she had loved Riley, but he sincerely doubted it went as deep as with his grandsire. Spike chuckled softly, realizing that he had never wanted to be Angel more in his life. But then again, Spike realized, Angel could never have what Spike was having right now. Afterglow from hours long sex. And it wasn't like Buffy hated him or was just using him. She didn't look at him like he was a thing like she used to. He chuckled again, knowing if Buffy felt that way about him, she'd never have sex with him. She saw he was more than a monster, but what exactly did she see? Did she really see him as a man as she claimed? Spike let out a groan as he realized he was brooding. He had the love of his unlife in his arms after making her call out his name in ecstasy several times, and he was brooding about wanting more from her. 'You got more than you bloody deserve, ya git.'
Just before he started brooding about being broody, he heard a quiet little mewl. He smiled. "Psss-psssst. Over here, bit." Summer jumped from the chair and seemed to search for a moment before bounding up to him. She hopped up on his chest and started intently sniffing him. Spike whispered, "Oh, come on, just had a little bit of fun with my other best girl. You wouldn't begrudge me that, would you? You know you'll always be my little bit." Summer laid on his stomach and stretched, prickling her claws ever so lightly into his skin. She drifted off to sleep again, purring loudly. Before long, Spike followed suit, sleeping and purring with the only things that mattered in his world.
**
TBC