Author's note: Oh Ye of little patience. I will get to the romance soon enough. For now
this is all about the UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)
Phase Six
Tribecca
Spike walked the moonlit streets of the popular Manhattan neighbor aimlessly. He
needed a chance to get away from his beguiling captive.
Things had been uncomfortable between them ever since her failed escape. There was a
new layer of tension between them due in part to the modifications that he had made to
keep the Slayer by his side.
Seeing that the straight jacket was neither safe nor practical he only used it when it was
completely necessary and whenever he was away, like tonight.
As strong as Buffy was, her body wasn't designed to be safely immobilized for long
periods of time. With Drusilla this had not been an issue due to her lack of circulation
but he had to be careful with the human Buffy Summers.
He'd managed to acquire a second-hand hospital bed complete with leather five-point
restraints to keep his Slayer comfortable yet secured. He reinforced the bindings with a
strong chain that snaked around her body and was held down with heavy padlocks.
To ease any possible cramping he massaged her body regularly and this is where the
difficulties lay.
Running his hands through her soft warm skin he became acquainted with every single
groove and plane of her body just like a lover would. Her texture fascinated him and in
more than one occasion he had to stop to get his own body's response under control. It
was quickly becoming an issue.
What was truly confusing that she did not seem to object to his touch even when he got
close to her most intimate parts. The Victorian in him would not let him go any further
as he was not about to take advantage of her helplessness. No, he preferred his partners
to be willing participants.
But he could not seem to fight his growing attraction to her. He was now sleeping in a
cushioned chair by her bedside to keep her from trying to run away again. Initially, she
really objected to her total lack of privacy but eventually grew accustomed to having him
there. She had even begun to respond to his many questions regarding her life before
becoming th Slayer-du-jour. Whether it was from boredom or because she was afraid of
what else he might do, he was pleased that she was finally talking to him.
Spike sat on a bus bench and put his blond head in his hands. Even now he felt a need to
run home and be with her. This wasn't part of his plan. He wanted to own and control
the Slayer and not be owned and controlled by her.
What the hell was happening to him? All that angst that he was beginning to resemble
the souled poofter back in LA.
He was going to have to do something about that.
#############################
Bsmt. apartment –The Village
As for her part the Slayer was having a very intense dream.
Bored, completely immobilized and sedated she had fallen asleep just as soon as he left.
The dream had taken right back to where she was. Restrained in bed and hot from the
heavy canvas. Her body was damp with perspiration but there was nothing she could do
to relieve her discomfort and she set herself to wait for him to return.
At last her door opened and he walked in. Dressed in black from head to toe his eyes
traveled to her imprisoned form. Their eyes met and she could not keep her own from
beckoning to him.
The vampire answered her silent appeal and approached the bed. He stood in front of her
with his hands at his sides. This upset her to no extent. She wanted his cool hands on her
burning skin.
A small cry of disappointment escaped from her lips and she turned her head away. She
wanted to cry and vent her frustration. Her pride had taken a backseat to her need.
At last he placed both his hands on her canvas covered torso. With hardly any effort he
turned her on her stomach to get at the jacket's reinforced straps.
Ever so slowly her released one by one. The pressure decreasing as he worked and she
expressed her gratitude in the scattered little sighs that escaped her. When he undid the
last clasp he turned her around once more and unwrapped her arms. Finally he pulled the
jacket off her and she was free.
As per established routine he set to work on her cramped muscles. His fingers began
kneading at her arms restoring the circulation. Then he moved to her shoulders and
Buffy almost purred at the sensation. His hands stilled at coming into contact with the
tiny row of front buttons that held her nightgown closed. His eyes met hers and
requested her permission. She nodded almost imperceptibly and he manipulated each
button until her gown was fully opened and her body easily accessible to him.
Spike leaned over and placed tiny kisses along her collar bone. She arched her body
invitingly. His lips skimmed over her uncovered chest and trailed down her belly. The
anticipation built until he reached the lower part of her torso. He asked permission once
more and she granted it willingly readying her body for his...
##########
Spike entered his home. It had begun to rain and he was soaked through. He pulled off
the leather coat and dropped it on the floor. The black shirt followed as did the muddy
boots.
He got a towel from the bathroom and towel dried his hair until it was a damp disarray of
curls and waves. He hung the towel in a nearby chair and went to check on her.
She was fast asleep face down. Spike considered leaving her like that but since it could
cause some nerve damage, he decided to strap her down on the bed instead.
He approached the bed without making a sound. Hopefully he would be able to change
her restraints without waking her. Carefully, he opened the leather straps in the back of
the jacket and pulled the canvas off her very slowly. The heavy sleep brought on by the
drugs remained interrupted. He noted that her body was soaked with sweat. He would
give her extra time to bathe tomorrow.
Spike transferred her sleeping form to the restraining bed. He removed the leather ankle
restraints and cuffed each foot to the bed. He then secured the chest belt and added a
padlocked chain. He picked up her right hand and buckled it into its appropriate cuff.
The left hand he held a little longer as he checked her pulse for any abnormalities. Her
heart was beating strong and he placed a soft kiss on her hand before securing it.
He stood before her. The yearning naked in his face. It would be so easy to take
advantage of her right now. To force himself on her to abate his inner turmoil. His body
shook with need and he had to force himself to take his place on the padded chair by her
side unaware that her dreams were also his.
TBC.
this is all about the UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)
Phase Six
Tribecca
Spike walked the moonlit streets of the popular Manhattan neighbor aimlessly. He
needed a chance to get away from his beguiling captive.
Things had been uncomfortable between them ever since her failed escape. There was a
new layer of tension between them due in part to the modifications that he had made to
keep the Slayer by his side.
Seeing that the straight jacket was neither safe nor practical he only used it when it was
completely necessary and whenever he was away, like tonight.
As strong as Buffy was, her body wasn't designed to be safely immobilized for long
periods of time. With Drusilla this had not been an issue due to her lack of circulation
but he had to be careful with the human Buffy Summers.
He'd managed to acquire a second-hand hospital bed complete with leather five-point
restraints to keep his Slayer comfortable yet secured. He reinforced the bindings with a
strong chain that snaked around her body and was held down with heavy padlocks.
To ease any possible cramping he massaged her body regularly and this is where the
difficulties lay.
Running his hands through her soft warm skin he became acquainted with every single
groove and plane of her body just like a lover would. Her texture fascinated him and in
more than one occasion he had to stop to get his own body's response under control. It
was quickly becoming an issue.
What was truly confusing that she did not seem to object to his touch even when he got
close to her most intimate parts. The Victorian in him would not let him go any further
as he was not about to take advantage of her helplessness. No, he preferred his partners
to be willing participants.
But he could not seem to fight his growing attraction to her. He was now sleeping in a
cushioned chair by her bedside to keep her from trying to run away again. Initially, she
really objected to her total lack of privacy but eventually grew accustomed to having him
there. She had even begun to respond to his many questions regarding her life before
becoming th Slayer-du-jour. Whether it was from boredom or because she was afraid of
what else he might do, he was pleased that she was finally talking to him.
Spike sat on a bus bench and put his blond head in his hands. Even now he felt a need to
run home and be with her. This wasn't part of his plan. He wanted to own and control
the Slayer and not be owned and controlled by her.
What the hell was happening to him? All that angst that he was beginning to resemble
the souled poofter back in LA.
He was going to have to do something about that.
#############################
Bsmt. apartment –The Village
As for her part the Slayer was having a very intense dream.
Bored, completely immobilized and sedated she had fallen asleep just as soon as he left.
The dream had taken right back to where she was. Restrained in bed and hot from the
heavy canvas. Her body was damp with perspiration but there was nothing she could do
to relieve her discomfort and she set herself to wait for him to return.
At last her door opened and he walked in. Dressed in black from head to toe his eyes
traveled to her imprisoned form. Their eyes met and she could not keep her own from
beckoning to him.
The vampire answered her silent appeal and approached the bed. He stood in front of her
with his hands at his sides. This upset her to no extent. She wanted his cool hands on her
burning skin.
A small cry of disappointment escaped from her lips and she turned her head away. She
wanted to cry and vent her frustration. Her pride had taken a backseat to her need.
At last he placed both his hands on her canvas covered torso. With hardly any effort he
turned her on her stomach to get at the jacket's reinforced straps.
Ever so slowly her released one by one. The pressure decreasing as he worked and she
expressed her gratitude in the scattered little sighs that escaped her. When he undid the
last clasp he turned her around once more and unwrapped her arms. Finally he pulled the
jacket off her and she was free.
As per established routine he set to work on her cramped muscles. His fingers began
kneading at her arms restoring the circulation. Then he moved to her shoulders and
Buffy almost purred at the sensation. His hands stilled at coming into contact with the
tiny row of front buttons that held her nightgown closed. His eyes met hers and
requested her permission. She nodded almost imperceptibly and he manipulated each
button until her gown was fully opened and her body easily accessible to him.
Spike leaned over and placed tiny kisses along her collar bone. She arched her body
invitingly. His lips skimmed over her uncovered chest and trailed down her belly. The
anticipation built until he reached the lower part of her torso. He asked permission once
more and she granted it willingly readying her body for his...
##########
Spike entered his home. It had begun to rain and he was soaked through. He pulled off
the leather coat and dropped it on the floor. The black shirt followed as did the muddy
boots.
He got a towel from the bathroom and towel dried his hair until it was a damp disarray of
curls and waves. He hung the towel in a nearby chair and went to check on her.
She was fast asleep face down. Spike considered leaving her like that but since it could
cause some nerve damage, he decided to strap her down on the bed instead.
He approached the bed without making a sound. Hopefully he would be able to change
her restraints without waking her. Carefully, he opened the leather straps in the back of
the jacket and pulled the canvas off her very slowly. The heavy sleep brought on by the
drugs remained interrupted. He noted that her body was soaked with sweat. He would
give her extra time to bathe tomorrow.
Spike transferred her sleeping form to the restraining bed. He removed the leather ankle
restraints and cuffed each foot to the bed. He then secured the chest belt and added a
padlocked chain. He picked up her right hand and buckled it into its appropriate cuff.
The left hand he held a little longer as he checked her pulse for any abnormalities. Her
heart was beating strong and he placed a soft kiss on her hand before securing it.
He stood before her. The yearning naked in his face. It would be so easy to take
advantage of her right now. To force himself on her to abate his inner turmoil. His body
shook with need and he had to force himself to take his place on the padded chair by her
side unaware that her dreams were also his.
TBC.