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Chapter 23
Spike found the well along with wood for the fire on the side of the cottage. He set off to clearing up the mess inside and readying a bath for Elizabeth.
She rode for about twenty minutes and found an area with soft ground. She started digging with her hands. The holes were deep enough for each man to be fully covered. If by chance they were to become exposed, there were plenty of animals that would consider them a nice meal. She got back on her horse. By now she was filthy. She rode back hoping Spike had that warm bath waiting for her.
"Mmm, Spike." She said to herself. The light in the cottage had been very minimal, yet her vision was enhanced for seeing in the dark, and she got a good look at him, even though she wanted a better look, with more light. She could still tell he was very handsome. Even though she had just met him, she felt comfortable, and it seems he did with her as well. He was frightened of her at first, but then felt as ease even though he knew she was a vampire. She thought of the ride to the cottage on his horse, and of him taking her up to the room and placing her on the bed. She realized that it was her dream, all over again. She thought it was a dream before, because she had dreamed of him some many times lying in that alter. No, it couldn't be, she thought. Happenstance, she thought, that's what it was.
Spike had cleared the mess. The table had a leg broken off, but he had pushed it against a corner wall and shoved the broken leg underneath it so that it would stand again. He had lit the lantern in the bedroom again and placed the small candle in the window. The hearth was ablaze with the fire he had lit earlier, and there was one last pot waiting to be warmed for the bathwater. He sat in a chair in front of the fire. He held the locket in his hands and smiled as he looked at the picture.
"Well, Ethan got what he had comin' ay little bit? Killed your mum and dad, now he's dead." He sighed and closed the locket "Guess we all get what's comin' to us sooner or later." He heard the horse outside and put the locket back in the pocket of his coat. Elizabeth opened the door and walked inside.
"I gather you'll be wanting that bath now?" he asked as he stood. She closed the door.
"Yes. I think a bath would be good right now."
"I found some thick cotton sheets upstairs, you can dry yourself with those. I only found men's clothes in the bureau though."
"Those are my clothes. As you can see." She pointed out to him her present wardrobe. He hadn't noticed it before, but she was wearing men's clothes.
"Sorry, didn't notice, what with everything else goin' on. I'll go outside and let you." she took a step toward him.
"No." she said quickly, "Please, I would love some company. If you don't mind." She walked past him and began to unbutton her shirt. He looked back at her and turned his back once he realized she was undressing. He smiled at the fact she had not bothered to ask him not to look. She had taken off her shirt and was starting to take her pants off when she realized that she had never asked about Willow. "Spike, have you seen Willow? Is she all right? Giles got her out didn't he?" She was by now turned to him, and slightly smiled when she saw he had his back turned to her.
Spike was confused. Where was it Giles was supposed to have gotten Willow out of, and what had been wrong with her? He thought back and remembered the marks on Willows wrists. Apparently Elizabeth being a vampire wasn't all Giles had not informed him about. There was more to all of this, and he decided that he wanted to find out the whole story.
"Willow? The cute little redhead?"
"Yes, is she all right?"
"She looked fine when I saw her this evening."
"Thank God!" she continued undressing. "Do you by chance know how long I was in that alter?"
"I don't know. You can ask Giles when he comes for you tomorrow." He heard her getting into the water.
"You can turn around if you like." She dunked her head into the water, and then came back up. Spike took the chair he had been sitting on before she came in and moved it back near the table and sat down facing her.
He watched her rub the soap into her hands to form lather. He could feel himself grow hard and had to shift a bit in his chair. The water just barely covered her nipples. When she moved he could see her breasts entirely. He wondered if she realized that was happening, then laughed to himself.
"Are you laughing at me?" Elizabeth looked up at him.
"No." He said still smiling.
"Then what's so funny?"
"I've just decided that you are taking a bit too much pleasure having me watch you bathe." He tilted his head. A habit of his she had begun to find quite pleasing among other things. She felt something stirring in her belly. It was an excitement she had never felt before. He had a power over her in the way he looked at her, just as she also had power over him at this moment, and she loved it. She looked in his eyes. The way he watched her as she ran the sponge over her arm, and her shoulders. There was a tingling inside of her womb. His heart was beating so hard she could hear it from across the room. She had never been with a man in the intimate sense. Angelus was the only man to have ever been bold enough to approach her, but she never let him touch her, not as lovers do, then again, not even as non-lovers do.
He stared at her from across the room. God he wanted her. He knew what she was. He was no stranger to vampires, he knew what sort of creatures some of them could be. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to move such thoughts away from his mind. 'Try to be a gentleman, Spike," he thought to himself. When he opened them again, he saw Elizabeth standing. The light from the fire shone on her wet naked body making her skin glow in a golden amber radiance.
"Christ." He mumbled to himself. She heard him and smiled. He was paralyzed, he could not move.
"Will you hand me something to dry myself with?" she said. Spike blinked, jolted from his spell and took one of the soft sheets and held it out open for her. She stepped out of the metal tub and into the sheet. She put her arms on his shoulders to steady herself, and looked into his eyes, and saw that they were blue. Was this him?
He held the sheet open for her. His eyes never left hers. Slowly she stepped out of the tub, and placed her hands on his shoulders. He wrapped the sheet around her and inhaled the scent that came from her wet skin. She smelled of vanilla. Was this her?
They both just stood there looking into each other's eyes. His heart skipped a beat. Elizabeth could not bring herself to move. Spike started to feel lightheaded. His mind was filled with images from his dreams. Was this the woman that had inundated his dreams? He wrapped his arms closer around her and leaned his head down and kissed her lips. Yes, this was her.
She welcomed his kiss. His lips were warm and soft and she knew this was the man who had visited her in her dreams. She had kissed his lips so many times, yet this time, it was real. She put her arms around his neck. He grabbed her around her by the waist and placed his arm under her legs and picked up off the cold floor. 'gentleman be damned.'
He looked at her as though waiting for her to protest; yet she never did. He moved quickly out to the next room, up the stairs and into the bedroom. He walked to the bed and once again, placed her gently on the bed. He stood back and slowly pulled the sheet off of her body. She lay naked on the bed staring at him as he looked at her.
She looked at him drink her in. She felt the cool air against her damp skin. It excited her to no end seeing what she was doing to him. She could see he was breathing heavily, and could hear his heart beating faster than ever now. He began to undress. He took his jacket off, then his shirt. He tossed it to one side and she drew in a deep breath. He looked like a statue she had seen as a child. But he was real, and he was by far more perfect than that statue. His chest and stomach were well defined. Yes, he was perfect. He undid his belt and pushed his pants off releasing his now fully erect penis. She had never seen a naked man and her eyes opened wide as she saw his cock spring from the confines of his pants. She wondered if it would even fit inside of her. As many times as she imagined what a man could look like in this state, she never imagined this would be so large. She looked at his face and saw he had a slight smirk, and turned away from him, embarrassed he had caught her looking. He knelt down and slowly lay down next to her.
"I.. I've never been with a man." She was terrified. She put her arms on his chest. She wanted this; she wanted him desperately, God he was so warm. She was afraid of so many things. She did not know how to touch a man the way he would like, or how he would feel, what she needed to do. "I don't know what to do." He put his fingers to her lips.
"Shh" he kissed her softly and ran his hand down her face, to her neck and down to her breast. He squeezed her breast softly, and took her nipples in- between his fingers. He looked at her and she could see his eyes glistening. "I've loved you so many times in my dreams." He kissed her again, "Let me show you."
Chapter 23
Spike found the well along with wood for the fire on the side of the cottage. He set off to clearing up the mess inside and readying a bath for Elizabeth.
She rode for about twenty minutes and found an area with soft ground. She started digging with her hands. The holes were deep enough for each man to be fully covered. If by chance they were to become exposed, there were plenty of animals that would consider them a nice meal. She got back on her horse. By now she was filthy. She rode back hoping Spike had that warm bath waiting for her.
"Mmm, Spike." She said to herself. The light in the cottage had been very minimal, yet her vision was enhanced for seeing in the dark, and she got a good look at him, even though she wanted a better look, with more light. She could still tell he was very handsome. Even though she had just met him, she felt comfortable, and it seems he did with her as well. He was frightened of her at first, but then felt as ease even though he knew she was a vampire. She thought of the ride to the cottage on his horse, and of him taking her up to the room and placing her on the bed. She realized that it was her dream, all over again. She thought it was a dream before, because she had dreamed of him some many times lying in that alter. No, it couldn't be, she thought. Happenstance, she thought, that's what it was.
Spike had cleared the mess. The table had a leg broken off, but he had pushed it against a corner wall and shoved the broken leg underneath it so that it would stand again. He had lit the lantern in the bedroom again and placed the small candle in the window. The hearth was ablaze with the fire he had lit earlier, and there was one last pot waiting to be warmed for the bathwater. He sat in a chair in front of the fire. He held the locket in his hands and smiled as he looked at the picture.
"Well, Ethan got what he had comin' ay little bit? Killed your mum and dad, now he's dead." He sighed and closed the locket "Guess we all get what's comin' to us sooner or later." He heard the horse outside and put the locket back in the pocket of his coat. Elizabeth opened the door and walked inside.
"I gather you'll be wanting that bath now?" he asked as he stood. She closed the door.
"Yes. I think a bath would be good right now."
"I found some thick cotton sheets upstairs, you can dry yourself with those. I only found men's clothes in the bureau though."
"Those are my clothes. As you can see." She pointed out to him her present wardrobe. He hadn't noticed it before, but she was wearing men's clothes.
"Sorry, didn't notice, what with everything else goin' on. I'll go outside and let you." she took a step toward him.
"No." she said quickly, "Please, I would love some company. If you don't mind." She walked past him and began to unbutton her shirt. He looked back at her and turned his back once he realized she was undressing. He smiled at the fact she had not bothered to ask him not to look. She had taken off her shirt and was starting to take her pants off when she realized that she had never asked about Willow. "Spike, have you seen Willow? Is she all right? Giles got her out didn't he?" She was by now turned to him, and slightly smiled when she saw he had his back turned to her.
Spike was confused. Where was it Giles was supposed to have gotten Willow out of, and what had been wrong with her? He thought back and remembered the marks on Willows wrists. Apparently Elizabeth being a vampire wasn't all Giles had not informed him about. There was more to all of this, and he decided that he wanted to find out the whole story.
"Willow? The cute little redhead?"
"Yes, is she all right?"
"She looked fine when I saw her this evening."
"Thank God!" she continued undressing. "Do you by chance know how long I was in that alter?"
"I don't know. You can ask Giles when he comes for you tomorrow." He heard her getting into the water.
"You can turn around if you like." She dunked her head into the water, and then came back up. Spike took the chair he had been sitting on before she came in and moved it back near the table and sat down facing her.
He watched her rub the soap into her hands to form lather. He could feel himself grow hard and had to shift a bit in his chair. The water just barely covered her nipples. When she moved he could see her breasts entirely. He wondered if she realized that was happening, then laughed to himself.
"Are you laughing at me?" Elizabeth looked up at him.
"No." He said still smiling.
"Then what's so funny?"
"I've just decided that you are taking a bit too much pleasure having me watch you bathe." He tilted his head. A habit of his she had begun to find quite pleasing among other things. She felt something stirring in her belly. It was an excitement she had never felt before. He had a power over her in the way he looked at her, just as she also had power over him at this moment, and she loved it. She looked in his eyes. The way he watched her as she ran the sponge over her arm, and her shoulders. There was a tingling inside of her womb. His heart was beating so hard she could hear it from across the room. She had never been with a man in the intimate sense. Angelus was the only man to have ever been bold enough to approach her, but she never let him touch her, not as lovers do, then again, not even as non-lovers do.
He stared at her from across the room. God he wanted her. He knew what she was. He was no stranger to vampires, he knew what sort of creatures some of them could be. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to move such thoughts away from his mind. 'Try to be a gentleman, Spike," he thought to himself. When he opened them again, he saw Elizabeth standing. The light from the fire shone on her wet naked body making her skin glow in a golden amber radiance.
"Christ." He mumbled to himself. She heard him and smiled. He was paralyzed, he could not move.
"Will you hand me something to dry myself with?" she said. Spike blinked, jolted from his spell and took one of the soft sheets and held it out open for her. She stepped out of the metal tub and into the sheet. She put her arms on his shoulders to steady herself, and looked into his eyes, and saw that they were blue. Was this him?
He held the sheet open for her. His eyes never left hers. Slowly she stepped out of the tub, and placed her hands on his shoulders. He wrapped the sheet around her and inhaled the scent that came from her wet skin. She smelled of vanilla. Was this her?
They both just stood there looking into each other's eyes. His heart skipped a beat. Elizabeth could not bring herself to move. Spike started to feel lightheaded. His mind was filled with images from his dreams. Was this the woman that had inundated his dreams? He wrapped his arms closer around her and leaned his head down and kissed her lips. Yes, this was her.
She welcomed his kiss. His lips were warm and soft and she knew this was the man who had visited her in her dreams. She had kissed his lips so many times, yet this time, it was real. She put her arms around his neck. He grabbed her around her by the waist and placed his arm under her legs and picked up off the cold floor. 'gentleman be damned.'
He looked at her as though waiting for her to protest; yet she never did. He moved quickly out to the next room, up the stairs and into the bedroom. He walked to the bed and once again, placed her gently on the bed. He stood back and slowly pulled the sheet off of her body. She lay naked on the bed staring at him as he looked at her.
She looked at him drink her in. She felt the cool air against her damp skin. It excited her to no end seeing what she was doing to him. She could see he was breathing heavily, and could hear his heart beating faster than ever now. He began to undress. He took his jacket off, then his shirt. He tossed it to one side and she drew in a deep breath. He looked like a statue she had seen as a child. But he was real, and he was by far more perfect than that statue. His chest and stomach were well defined. Yes, he was perfect. He undid his belt and pushed his pants off releasing his now fully erect penis. She had never seen a naked man and her eyes opened wide as she saw his cock spring from the confines of his pants. She wondered if it would even fit inside of her. As many times as she imagined what a man could look like in this state, she never imagined this would be so large. She looked at his face and saw he had a slight smirk, and turned away from him, embarrassed he had caught her looking. He knelt down and slowly lay down next to her.
"I.. I've never been with a man." She was terrified. She put her arms on his chest. She wanted this; she wanted him desperately, God he was so warm. She was afraid of so many things. She did not know how to touch a man the way he would like, or how he would feel, what she needed to do. "I don't know what to do." He put his fingers to her lips.
"Shh" he kissed her softly and ran his hand down her face, to her neck and down to her breast. He squeezed her breast softly, and took her nipples in- between his fingers. He looked at her and she could see his eyes glistening. "I've loved you so many times in my dreams." He kissed her again, "Let me show you."