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Don't hurt me! I promise a happy ending, eventually...
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Chapter 16 - A Date in the Desert
The air was warm and dry, the wind whipping Buffy's hair around her face. She inhaled deeply taking in the scents of the desert as they drove through the silent scenery, cacti and tumbleweeds speckling the area. The sky was just turning a dusky rose, the sun setting slowly in the West.
She turned to study the man beside her. His face was set in an unreadable mask, though she could tell he enjoyed the drive through the relaxed state of his shoulders. His hair stood still, curled at the ends through sheer will of gel. She smiled at the thought. He wore a blood red t-shirt and black jeans, while a waist length black leather jacket graced his shoulders. In short he was beautiful, though she thought he'd probably balk at the word. She'd turned back to the desert, taking in the sights that whizzed by.
Spike had felt her studying him and suppressed a tiny shiver. He felt as her eyes roamed his body and ached for her hands to follow. What was it about this woman? About Buffy? He couldn't seem to get enough of her and yet, he knew that one day, he wouldn't have any of her. He frowned at the thought.
When he felt her gaze turn to the miles of sand and rock, he let his own eyes wander. She was beautiful tonight, as always. Instead of the short summer dresses she'd been wearing, she'd opted for a white cropped top and a pair of cut-offs. Her slim legs seemed to go on forever, while the small expanse of skin he caught at her midsection had him half hard already.
Abruptly he took a turn off on the road, taking them deeper into the desert. "Where are we going?" Buffy asked for the fiftieth time since they began, "Why won't you tell me?"
"I told you luv. It's a surprise. Can't really describe it anyway, doesn't have a name. Just a place I know. A place I go; to think, to relax." Spike tried to explain. He didn't know why he wanted to take her there. Only that he knew she would love it as much as he did.
The car slowed to a halt, sand and gravel crunching beneath the stilled tires. Spike smiled when he heard Buffy's gasp. He somehow felt...lighter...knowing that he'd been right. That she'd have the same reaction to this place that he'd always had.
"Like it luv?" He whispered into the stillness.
"It's beautiful."
They both stepped out of the car together. Spike came around to the passenger side to grab hold of Buffy's hand. Buffy was in an awe inspired shock. Before them was a deep chasm. The walls were rugged and chipped, and it looked almost like a mini-Grand Canyon. She'd never been, but had seen pictures of course. And just beyond the edge of the chasm was the brilliant orange glow of the sunset.
Spike led Buffy to small outcropping of rock. "Wait here." And then he turned back toward the car. She was still standing by the rocks watching the setting sun when Spike returned with the blanket and picnic basket. He spread the blanket on the larger of the two rock formations, and placed the basket on the smaller. "A convenient dining table," he gestured flashing her a wicked grin.
She sat on the offered blanket, folding her legs beneath her and waited for him to join her. He sat to her left then reached over to the picnic basket and began spreading out their fare. It wasn't much, just some French bread, cheese, assorted fruit and a nice white wine. But it somehow seemed right, just like sitting here on this rock with him felt right. Buffy couldn't remember every being more comfortable or feeling more serene.
The rock they sat on was smooth and had a small dip in its center, almost as if it were made for reclining and relaxing. Buffy took full advantage and spread herself languidly. At her movement Spike turned his eyes boring into hers as she stretched out on the outcropping. Buffy felt her cheeks warm, the color rising at Spike's heated look.
Spike felt as if he'd been caught in a trap. Mesmerized by her he could do nothing else but reach toward her and pull her in. His arm wrapped around her waist and brought their bodies together. His lips crashed onto hers, his tongue forcing her mouth open. Buffy's quiet murmurs speared him on, and he let himself give in to the passion surging through him.
While his tongue explored the moist cavern of her mouth, he let his hands wander the curves of her body. His fingers whispered over her skin making her tingle and arch into the touch. He let his hand come up and dive beneath her top until he felt the hard peak of her breast. The thin silk covering only heightened his arousal.
"Will." The name was only a breathless whisper.
"Luv." He kissed her once, twice. "Buffy I need you." He thrust his erection against her hip. "God, how I want you!" His lips left hers to explore the nape of her neck. His tongue trailed down her smooth skin leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Spike's head was spinning. How was it that every time they were alone together he lost control? What was it about her that sent him reeling? Did it matter?
Desperate now he tugged at the buttons of her cut-offs. Lowering the offending garment as quickly as possible he cupped her mound feeling the moist heat even through her lacy underwear. "Are you ready for me luv?" He slipped the material off letting his hand rub the smooth flesh of her inner thigh on the way back up.
"Yes Will. Always." Buffy's eyes were closed, heat poured off her in waves. She wanted to cry and laugh and scream all at once. She felt like she was free falling through the air, the sensations overwhelming her. Was this what they meant? Was this what falling in love felt like?
Spike took a moment to study his lover. She lay in a passionate sprawl across the stone bed. Her eyes closed, her cheeks red, and her lips swollen. Her hair was a rumpled halo around her head making her look like some sort of debauched angel. He felt something sharp twist inside him and then there was no more time for looking, no more time for thinking.
Spike's own clothes were quickly disposed of. And as he entered her he dipped his head down to feather light kisses all over her face. When he was finally buried inside her he whispered, "Open your eyes luv." When she complied he touched his forehead to hers and began a slow steady rhythm.
They made love slow and sweet, their eyes never leaving each other. In hers Spike saw something that made his gut wrench and his pace quicken. What he saw tore through him like a knife. She was in love with him. There was no denying it. She wore it openly, whether she knew it or not. And at once he felt his own heart expand and contract almost painfully.
His eyes closed briefly. There was no denying it. He would have to give her up now. She loved him, yes. But she wasn't ever really given a choice was she? She'd never been anywhere, known anyone besides Trader's Corners and her pathetic excuse for an ex-fiance. He couldn't keep her for himself. She didn't belong here. She deserved better. She deserved a chance to find all those things she'd never known before.
These thoughts flitted through his head even as he increased his speed and flew toward his climax. He made sure to bring her with him, his hand snaking down to the vee between her legs. She cried out her release only seconds before his own. And though his body was sated and full Spike's soul was left aching and wanting.
Don't hurt me! I promise a happy ending, eventually...
***
Chapter 16 - A Date in the Desert
The air was warm and dry, the wind whipping Buffy's hair around her face. She inhaled deeply taking in the scents of the desert as they drove through the silent scenery, cacti and tumbleweeds speckling the area. The sky was just turning a dusky rose, the sun setting slowly in the West.
She turned to study the man beside her. His face was set in an unreadable mask, though she could tell he enjoyed the drive through the relaxed state of his shoulders. His hair stood still, curled at the ends through sheer will of gel. She smiled at the thought. He wore a blood red t-shirt and black jeans, while a waist length black leather jacket graced his shoulders. In short he was beautiful, though she thought he'd probably balk at the word. She'd turned back to the desert, taking in the sights that whizzed by.
Spike had felt her studying him and suppressed a tiny shiver. He felt as her eyes roamed his body and ached for her hands to follow. What was it about this woman? About Buffy? He couldn't seem to get enough of her and yet, he knew that one day, he wouldn't have any of her. He frowned at the thought.
When he felt her gaze turn to the miles of sand and rock, he let his own eyes wander. She was beautiful tonight, as always. Instead of the short summer dresses she'd been wearing, she'd opted for a white cropped top and a pair of cut-offs. Her slim legs seemed to go on forever, while the small expanse of skin he caught at her midsection had him half hard already.
Abruptly he took a turn off on the road, taking them deeper into the desert. "Where are we going?" Buffy asked for the fiftieth time since they began, "Why won't you tell me?"
"I told you luv. It's a surprise. Can't really describe it anyway, doesn't have a name. Just a place I know. A place I go; to think, to relax." Spike tried to explain. He didn't know why he wanted to take her there. Only that he knew she would love it as much as he did.
The car slowed to a halt, sand and gravel crunching beneath the stilled tires. Spike smiled when he heard Buffy's gasp. He somehow felt...lighter...knowing that he'd been right. That she'd have the same reaction to this place that he'd always had.
"Like it luv?" He whispered into the stillness.
"It's beautiful."
They both stepped out of the car together. Spike came around to the passenger side to grab hold of Buffy's hand. Buffy was in an awe inspired shock. Before them was a deep chasm. The walls were rugged and chipped, and it looked almost like a mini-Grand Canyon. She'd never been, but had seen pictures of course. And just beyond the edge of the chasm was the brilliant orange glow of the sunset.
Spike led Buffy to small outcropping of rock. "Wait here." And then he turned back toward the car. She was still standing by the rocks watching the setting sun when Spike returned with the blanket and picnic basket. He spread the blanket on the larger of the two rock formations, and placed the basket on the smaller. "A convenient dining table," he gestured flashing her a wicked grin.
She sat on the offered blanket, folding her legs beneath her and waited for him to join her. He sat to her left then reached over to the picnic basket and began spreading out their fare. It wasn't much, just some French bread, cheese, assorted fruit and a nice white wine. But it somehow seemed right, just like sitting here on this rock with him felt right. Buffy couldn't remember every being more comfortable or feeling more serene.
The rock they sat on was smooth and had a small dip in its center, almost as if it were made for reclining and relaxing. Buffy took full advantage and spread herself languidly. At her movement Spike turned his eyes boring into hers as she stretched out on the outcropping. Buffy felt her cheeks warm, the color rising at Spike's heated look.
Spike felt as if he'd been caught in a trap. Mesmerized by her he could do nothing else but reach toward her and pull her in. His arm wrapped around her waist and brought their bodies together. His lips crashed onto hers, his tongue forcing her mouth open. Buffy's quiet murmurs speared him on, and he let himself give in to the passion surging through him.
While his tongue explored the moist cavern of her mouth, he let his hands wander the curves of her body. His fingers whispered over her skin making her tingle and arch into the touch. He let his hand come up and dive beneath her top until he felt the hard peak of her breast. The thin silk covering only heightened his arousal.
"Will." The name was only a breathless whisper.
"Luv." He kissed her once, twice. "Buffy I need you." He thrust his erection against her hip. "God, how I want you!" His lips left hers to explore the nape of her neck. His tongue trailed down her smooth skin leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Spike's head was spinning. How was it that every time they were alone together he lost control? What was it about her that sent him reeling? Did it matter?
Desperate now he tugged at the buttons of her cut-offs. Lowering the offending garment as quickly as possible he cupped her mound feeling the moist heat even through her lacy underwear. "Are you ready for me luv?" He slipped the material off letting his hand rub the smooth flesh of her inner thigh on the way back up.
"Yes Will. Always." Buffy's eyes were closed, heat poured off her in waves. She wanted to cry and laugh and scream all at once. She felt like she was free falling through the air, the sensations overwhelming her. Was this what they meant? Was this what falling in love felt like?
Spike took a moment to study his lover. She lay in a passionate sprawl across the stone bed. Her eyes closed, her cheeks red, and her lips swollen. Her hair was a rumpled halo around her head making her look like some sort of debauched angel. He felt something sharp twist inside him and then there was no more time for looking, no more time for thinking.
Spike's own clothes were quickly disposed of. And as he entered her he dipped his head down to feather light kisses all over her face. When he was finally buried inside her he whispered, "Open your eyes luv." When she complied he touched his forehead to hers and began a slow steady rhythm.
They made love slow and sweet, their eyes never leaving each other. In hers Spike saw something that made his gut wrench and his pace quicken. What he saw tore through him like a knife. She was in love with him. There was no denying it. She wore it openly, whether she knew it or not. And at once he felt his own heart expand and contract almost painfully.
His eyes closed briefly. There was no denying it. He would have to give her up now. She loved him, yes. But she wasn't ever really given a choice was she? She'd never been anywhere, known anyone besides Trader's Corners and her pathetic excuse for an ex-fiance. He couldn't keep her for himself. She didn't belong here. She deserved better. She deserved a chance to find all those things she'd never known before.
These thoughts flitted through his head even as he increased his speed and flew toward his climax. He made sure to bring her with him, his hand snaking down to the vee between her legs. She cried out her release only seconds before his own. And though his body was sated and full Spike's soul was left aching and wanting.