Author: Xionin
Rating: R or NC-17, eventually
Summary: Set mid-season 6. Begins at the end of 'Once More With Feeling'.
Buffy needs something to make her feel alive, but she already has something, if she'll only open her eyes.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Fox, Inc. and Mutant Enemy own BtVS and its characters. I just treat them better.
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Thank you: Maribel, you're an amazingly sweet and generous person. Pepperlandgirl, you're an inspiration.
=Carefully to Tread=
=Part 4=
"I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
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Buffy watches Spike's fingers slide in and out of his mouth. She is unaware of the hypnotic effect it is having on her, but Spike is. He smiles around his fingers, moaning and watching her delicious reaction.
H-how do you do that? She asks, her voice breathy and thin. He removes the final finger, which happens to be the middle, from his mouth with a soft pop.'
Do what, luv? He spreads his hands over her thighs, squeezing gently.
Make everything so...so...
He winks, but there is only a playful arrogance in it.
Normally she would argue, but there's no arguing with the proof of her heady scent perfuming the air.
S' easy when you're around, pet. You push all of my buttons. He smiles, tilting his head as his hands continue to knead the muscles in her legs, each bit of pressure from his thumbs moving the muscles beneath her jeans in just...the...right...way. Buffy's breathing becomes a bit more rapid.
Do I? She whispers, a faint smile on her lips as her eyes glaze over with renewed lust.
Oh yeah. Spike watches her little pink tongue dart out to moisten her lips and he nods slowly. You have no idea, Buffy. One look from you and I come undone. She returns her gaze from his mouth to his eyes as he meets them.
They stare into one another, breathing deeply. Buffy brings her arms up from her sides and runs them through his hair. His eyes close as her fingernails lightly scratch his scalp. Buffy swears she hears him purring.
Are you...did...did you just purr? She smiles incredulously. He grins, without opening his eyes, and nods.
Mmm hmmm. S' not uncommon, pet, for a vamp to purr when he's... He opens his eyes and looks at her. Buffy bites her bottom lip and it makes Spike groan. He shifts underneath her as his straining erection threatens to burst through the denim of his jeans.
You, uh, want to get more...comfortable? Buffy continues chewing on her lower lip as the nerves set in again. She removes herself from his lap through a couple of awkward movements, and stands up. Her fly is open and she moves her hands to cover her exposed underwear. Spike chuckles.
Buffy, luv...not that I'm pushing or anything, but wouldn't you be more comfortable without those? He stands and adjusts himself just as she makes the decision to step out of her jeans, leaving her covered in only the thin camisole and her wispy panties. When Spike looks up at her again he freezes, the sight of her clouding his vision.
Her skin is tan all over, the color of clover honey, and smooth; not a blemish in sight. Her thin frame disguises the strength he knows it contains. Her limbs are long and lean and appear perfect to him. He gazes at her from under hooded lids.
He mutters.
She looks up nervously, unsure of what to do with her hands.
C'mere, luv. He holds out his arms to her and she steps into them. He closes the circle around her and places his hands on her waist.
Nothin' I just...just wanna hold you. He tucks her head under his chin and holds her close to him. She wraps her arms around his waist and turns her cheek into his chest, letting herself get lost in the feel of him; the smell. You feel so good, luv. This feels so...so good.
she whispers in response. It does. He leans back to catch her eyes and she looks up at him.
Really, Buffy? He searches her eyes, a hopeful smile playing on his lips. You're okay with...being here? With me? She smiles and nods.
Yeah, Spike. Buffy brings up a hand and cradles his face, taking a moment to study the unusual grace of his classic features. I'm more than okay. He smiles then, narrowing his eyes.
Not yet, you aren't. With that he brings his mouth over hers in a demanding kiss. Buffy cannot stop her knees from shaking. Nor can she stop the constant moans that issue from the back of her throat. The combination of her own taste on his tongue and the natural smoky-whisky flavor that is him makes her dizzy.
God, where did he learn to kiss like this? Surely she's been kissed before, but Spike kisses with his whole body; his whole heart. It's an overwhelming sensation. He is unrelenting. He wants all of her and he won't settle for anything less. She tries to pour as much into it as she can, fighting against taking a breath because she doesn't want it to end.
Spike senses her need for oxygen and he breaks away from her lips, trailing his mouth across her exposed skin. She is burning up under his fingertips. Suddenly the thin cotton of his t-shirt is too much of a barrier. He releases her long enough to pull the offensive fabric over his head. Buffy watches the muscles move under his alabaster skin.
You're like one of those statues. She comments softly. He smiles.
And you...are a goddess. He reclaims her mouth and both of them engage in a battle of roaming hands that neither is consciously aware of; both desperate for more contact.
Buffy can feel Spike's burgeoning erection against the swell of her stomach. She wiggles against it and he breaks the kisses with a gasp.
God, woman, he exclaims in a strangled whisper. Buffy takes that as encouragement and she runs her fingers inside the waistband of his jeans, brushing the tip of his head. He jumps out of his skin as his eyes fly open. He breathes. She stills her movement and begins to unfasten his belt. His arms fall to his side as he watches her face, catching her gaze and not breaking it. She dares him to look away as she works the button free. At the sound of his zipper being slowly pulled down, Spike's eyes close and his mouth goes slack. He is ardently trying to maintain control, but she is fulfilling every one of his dreams one by one.
Kissing him with that incredible mouth. Letting him hold her close and share her warmth. Granting him her trust, which is more than he ever thought to hope for. Allowing him to give her pleasure without running off into the night and threatening to return with a stake. And...
Spike's thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of soft hands moving down his legs. He opens his eyes and looks down at the top of a head of honey-colored hair as Buffy prompts him to lift, first one foot, then the other in order to get his jeans off.
Do you always go commando? She looks up to ask him but the sight of his rather large endowment snatches the words from her throat. Her eyes are transfixed on it. She idly thinks to herself how beautiful it is. Perfect in length, width...everything. And soooooo not what she is used to. Her lips form a silent 'wow.'
Spike would normally make some rude comment or other, but the vision of Buffy – his Buffy, the love of his unlife – kneeling in front of him in next to nothing and staring with...hunger?...at his engorged cock has left him entirely speechless.
Buffy gapes at it, mesmerized by its rhythmless dancing. It moves as if it has a mind of its own and, for a moment, Buffy forgets that there is someone attached to it. She sits back on her heels and observes the rise and fall of the head which, oddly enough, matches her own breathing. She gingerly reaches up a hand and curls her slim fingers around his girth.
Spike's voice startles her and she jerks her hand away, looking up to see if she's damaged him. Oh, please, please, pet...t-touch me again. The cerulean of Spike's eyes has been replaced by a deep midnight blue, desire claiming his expression and it gives Buffy a sharp pang of pride. She wraps her hand back around him, squeezing lightly.
Mmmm, oh god...I love your hands, pet. He moans encouragingly, struggling to maintain his control. He notices that she only moves her hand slightly, seemingly unsure of what to do. Pet? You...you don't have to, if-
She protests. No, I-I want to, it's just...I haven't...I mean I have, but... She looks up at him imploringly. He is dumbstruck.
Baby...are you saying you haven't...that you've never-
No, I have...just...not very well. I don't know what to do. Not really. Spike smiles warmly.
Give me your other hand, luv. She complies as he sits on the edge of the bed. Watching her eyes, he brings her hand to his mouth. First...lick it...like this. Spike flicks his cool tongue across the tip of her index finger. She gasps and then imitates him, licking the smooth tip. He sucks in a sharp breath. Yesss...tha-that's good. Now... he lets out shuddering breath. Lick along the length, from the base to the tip, like this. Again he demonstrates, leaving a cool wet line up the length of her finger. She doesn't wait for him to complete the demo; she closes her eyes and licks him, flicking her tongue across the tip again when she reaches it. She smiles to herself when he gasps.
The muscles in his neck tense as he mentally counts to ten. He purposefully holds off his next lesson. Otherwise class would be dismissed...prematurely.
Ok...now, take a bit of it into your mouth. Slowly. Use your tongue too. God, I love your tongue, Buffy.
She pauses briefly to watch his lips close around her finger and decides that this is the most erotic moment she's ever had or is likely to have. Closing her lips around the silky head of his shaft, she moves him into her mouth in slow inches. He moans around her digit. She moans around his cock, sending vibrations to a place inside him that has never been reached. Spike nearly loses it then, but he has one more lesson to teach.
Pet...if you want to...go as deep as you can and move me in and out like this. He shows her the pace and the method, swirling his tongue around the tip of her finger as he pulls it nearly out of his mouth. Buffy can feel the wetness dripping down her thighs. Her clit is throbbing and he hasn't touched her there in quite a while. She briefly thinks back on how the evening began, noting that her wildest fantasies paled in comparison to the real thing.
She takes him into her mouth once more, but this time she glides him down the length of her tongue to the back of her throat, successfully avoiding the urge to gag. Spike grunts and she opens her eyes to watch his face. Fuck, ohhhmm Buffy...yeah.
His eyes are closed in ecstasy, head leaning back as he's abandoned her fingers. Buffy takes the opportunity to move the hand she'd been bracing herself against him with and cup it around his balls. He cries out softly and she smiles around him. Up and down. Up and down she slides her lips and tongue along him, relishing in the whimpers and moans. She had always thought of oral sex as a chore until now. But the taste and the feel of him are so delicious that she thinks she could cum just from that alone.
Settling on her heels, she wraps her other hand around the base of his shaft. He grunts loudly, whispering something that she can't hear. She wants him to look at her. She wants him to see how much she wants him. Wants to know, from his eyes, how much he is enjoying this. As if reading her thoughts, he moves his head forward and captures her eyes. She stares right back at him while she devours his cock.
Spike is beside himself with bliss. Her mouth is so hot, so incredibly soft, that he thinks he may melt into the bed. And she won't look away. He finds that incredibly hot. How could any man let go of this exquisite creature. She is so willing, so eager to please. He knows that she is studying him, gauging his reaction to certain rhythms, certain techniques. She is experimenting and he loves being her guinea pig.
Buffy lightly grazes her teeth around the sensitive tip and Spike screams, startling them both.
She mumbles.
N-no, pet. It was a good scream. He fights for unnecessary breath. A trickle of pre-cum slips out of the head just as Buffy closes her mouth around him again. She tastes the salty liquid, mixed with the taste of his skin and it makes her moan. Spike watches in fascination as her eyes roll and she salivates around him as if he is the most delectable thing she's ever had in her mouth.
Buffy begins licking and sucking on him alternately, creating a whirlpool of sensations. Fast bloody learner,' Spike thinks to himself before all coherent thought becomes impossible. All of his life essence rushes to his groin as Buffy demands every part of him be surrendered to her. She increases her speed and the variety of her attack. Spike feels the orgasm approaching and tries to ease her away.
Buffy...pet...stop. You- He moans as she does. You...you have to st- The muscles in his legs begin to shake uncontrollably. This is a level of pleasure he has never experienced. Every nerve ending is poised for his impending release. God...Bu-Buffy...I'm gonna...gonna cum, pet...stop.
If she hears him, she chooses to ignore it and Spike cannot hold on. The force of the orgasm hits him hard and knocks the air out of his lungs in a silent scream. His back arches as the muscles in his neck and arms tense rigidly. A steady stream of cum shoots down Buffy's throat and she tries to swallow it all. She finally has to give up and allow some of the cool liquid to escape down her chin, his ejaculate being too copious for her to handle. She actually hadn't planned to take it this far, but after the taste and the sound of him...she found she couldn't stop.
When he is spent, Spike collapses onto his back, feeling somewhat lightheaded. Buffy continues to softly mouth his softening member before she releases him and looks up to admire her handiwork. She grins at the results, licking and wiping the excess juices from her chin.
Did I do okay? She asks, fishing for compliments.
Ummhmmmm...yeah, luv. S' bloody perfect. His voice drawls along as if he's been drugged. Buffy chuckles and he catches it. Spike tilts his head on the mattress so that he can see her. Buffy sits there grinning like the cat that ate the canary. C'mere, kitten. Buffy crawls up alongside him on the bed and he wraps his arms around her possessively. You were bloody amazing, Buffy. He smiles ad kisses the top of her head.
She asks, suddenly shy.
Yeah, pet. He coos. Gimme a minute and I'll show you exactly how amazing you were. Buffy snuggles up even further and in a few minutes both bodies are still, both breathing deeply as sleep takes them over. A short while later, Spike wakes from the best dream ever to find that it wasn't a dream. The Slayer lies in his arms, sleeping peacefully. He shifts a bit, pulling them both up further onto the bed and pulls the coverlet over them, holding her close to him. Buffy's arm instinctively lies across his chest, her thigh trapped between his.
I love you,
Buffy. Spike whispers, kissing the top of her head. He soon drifts off,
holding his heart in his arms.
TBC
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A/N So I am following your advice, kind people, and letting this story run its own course. I hope you're still enjoying it. I know I am. ;]
Ranaslayer -
Surely this chapter wasn't too much of a tease. ;] Although I still plan to take
it slowly.
Hils - Hope I sent a little more heat your way with this one.
Jude space - Wow. Any praise from you is a genuine compliment. I'm glad
you like it.
Kil - Glad you're along for the ride. I hope you're still enjoying my
version of things.
Mon - Aww, thank you sweetie!
Mary Rose - Joss tries, bless his little heart. He just love to screw
with our emotions. Sick, twisted puppy. ;]
Ancientgirl - Time for another cold shower? lol
Lia - I love having them open up to each other, which comes much more
easily to spike than it does to Buffy. There was a bit of, um, tension that I
needed to release, and then they'll get back to the emotional stuff. ;]
Til next time!
~Xionin