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Chapter 25
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They belong to Joss and ME
Morning came and Spike began to slowly wake up. At one point in the night he had woken up abruptly and gotten terribly nervous when he realized that Elizabeth was not breathing. Then remembered that she didn't need to breath. Elizabeth lay spooned in front of him facing the wall. He pulled her closer to him, feeling her cool body against him, and chucked thinking how squeamish he had earlier felt at the thought of having a dead body so close to him. Then felt slight warmth on his back and opened his eyes to see the room slowly being bathed in light.
"Bollocks!" he frantically pulled the covers over her. Elizabeth jumped.
"Spike, what's wrong?" she began to push the covers away from her.
"Don't," he slapped her hands away and tucked the covers under her, "the sun. It's coming in through the windows."
"Oh God, pull the curtains, hurry." She fidgeted underneath the covers trying to make sure there was no room for light to come through. Spike jumped out of the bed and pulled the curtains across the window. He made sure that there were no openings from which even so much as a sliver of light could come through.
"Are they closed?" she asked shakily from inside her cocoon. She felt the mattress shift as he climbed into bed with her.
"I'm sorry," he pulled the covers away and she put her hand on his chest. His heart was pounding furiously inside his chest, "I'm so sorry." He took her into his arms and held her tightly, "I should have been more careful."
"Its all right. It's not your fault. Nothing happened, I'm all right." she cradled him in her arms.
"What if you'd had been sleeping near the window? God Buffy. I don't know what I would have done if I had woken up and you.." His voiced trailed off, not wanting to even finish saying what he was thinking. He nestled his head into her neck, as she ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him. His hand roamed up the side of her body and rested on her breast. He kissed her neck, and she could feel his hot breath against her. Warming her, making her wet once again. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.
"You've been haunting me for so long. So close to me," he kissed her lips softly, "I would touch you, kiss you, feel myself inside of you, and then you would be gone." His tongue traced her lips, "I feel you Buffy." He shifted his weight and was on top of her, "I feel you inside my soul." She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt him enter her again.
"Ah." She moaned into his neck as he thrust into her. He felt the coolness within her and knew he could never live without feeling this sensation every day of his life.
They stared into each other's eyes, breathing each other in, feeling their bodies melt into one. He couldn't get close enough to her. God, he wanted to crawl inside of her and disappear. She consumed him, nothing existed before this. He began to question if he even existed before this moment?
She felt him inside of her like warm velvet rubbing inside of her. Her mind was like a boat adrift the sea, letting the waves take it wherever it wanted. She had surrendered herself to him completely. He had tamed her demon, and there was nothing it would not do for him.
They held each other and moved in a slow rhythmic pace.
"Stay with me." She whispered in his ear. He leaned his head down and placed his mouth on her breast and suckled her nipple.
"Are you a witch too Buffy?" He asked. She laughed softly.
"Why do you ask me that?"
"You must have cast a love spell on me?"
"Would it be so bad if I did?"
"No. Promise me to never break it, because I think I would die if I could never be with you again."
They moved against each other faster, and harder as they felt their orgasms building. They hit the peak together. In silence they moved against each other, calming and soothing one another until they settled down still wrapped around each other.
They spent that day in bed. Sometimes they made love, and sometimes they clawed and pounded into each other like wild animals and then in-between they slept.
As she lay atop him, with her head on his chest, he played with her hair. Wondering at the silky texture of it. She kissed him lightly and stroked him softly with her cool hands.
"Spike."
"Hmm?"
"How is it that you weren't afraid of me?"
"What's that pet?" he was lost in the feel of her hair and he hadn't really heard her question.
"I said, how is it that you weren't afraid of me?"
"Are you kidding? You scared the piss out of me down there." She laughed into his stomach.
"No, I meant when I showed you what I become, what I am. How did you know that would happen, how did you know what I have inside of me?"
"Oh." He pulled her up to him and they lay together side by side, "Well, you see, your not the first vampire I've ever seen. I know a bit about that demon you got inside you." He smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Tell me. I want to know." She was eager to learn more about him, more about his life, his past and how much he knew about her kind.
"Last vampire I saw was a couple of years ago. Andrew and I were runnin' away from an awfully brassed off fellow tryin' to blow our brains out. We got into these caves and ran into the bugger." He chuckled, "Almost took a chunk out of poor Andrew." He started laughing harder now, "I shouldn't laugh, the poor little guy, never saw him so scared."
"Who's Andrew?" God how handsome he was when he laughed, she thought as she looked at him.
"He's my partner, well more like my friend really." He held her close, wondering how honest he should be about his past. It would not be good to hide things; that was no way to start a relationship, if that's what this was going to be. "We used to work with the men you killed last night." She looked at him with furrowed brows.
"Spike, what kind of work did you do with men like that?"
Chapter 25
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They belong to Joss and ME
Morning came and Spike began to slowly wake up. At one point in the night he had woken up abruptly and gotten terribly nervous when he realized that Elizabeth was not breathing. Then remembered that she didn't need to breath. Elizabeth lay spooned in front of him facing the wall. He pulled her closer to him, feeling her cool body against him, and chucked thinking how squeamish he had earlier felt at the thought of having a dead body so close to him. Then felt slight warmth on his back and opened his eyes to see the room slowly being bathed in light.
"Bollocks!" he frantically pulled the covers over her. Elizabeth jumped.
"Spike, what's wrong?" she began to push the covers away from her.
"Don't," he slapped her hands away and tucked the covers under her, "the sun. It's coming in through the windows."
"Oh God, pull the curtains, hurry." She fidgeted underneath the covers trying to make sure there was no room for light to come through. Spike jumped out of the bed and pulled the curtains across the window. He made sure that there were no openings from which even so much as a sliver of light could come through.
"Are they closed?" she asked shakily from inside her cocoon. She felt the mattress shift as he climbed into bed with her.
"I'm sorry," he pulled the covers away and she put her hand on his chest. His heart was pounding furiously inside his chest, "I'm so sorry." He took her into his arms and held her tightly, "I should have been more careful."
"Its all right. It's not your fault. Nothing happened, I'm all right." she cradled him in her arms.
"What if you'd had been sleeping near the window? God Buffy. I don't know what I would have done if I had woken up and you.." His voiced trailed off, not wanting to even finish saying what he was thinking. He nestled his head into her neck, as she ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him. His hand roamed up the side of her body and rested on her breast. He kissed her neck, and she could feel his hot breath against her. Warming her, making her wet once again. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.
"You've been haunting me for so long. So close to me," he kissed her lips softly, "I would touch you, kiss you, feel myself inside of you, and then you would be gone." His tongue traced her lips, "I feel you Buffy." He shifted his weight and was on top of her, "I feel you inside my soul." She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt him enter her again.
"Ah." She moaned into his neck as he thrust into her. He felt the coolness within her and knew he could never live without feeling this sensation every day of his life.
They stared into each other's eyes, breathing each other in, feeling their bodies melt into one. He couldn't get close enough to her. God, he wanted to crawl inside of her and disappear. She consumed him, nothing existed before this. He began to question if he even existed before this moment?
She felt him inside of her like warm velvet rubbing inside of her. Her mind was like a boat adrift the sea, letting the waves take it wherever it wanted. She had surrendered herself to him completely. He had tamed her demon, and there was nothing it would not do for him.
They held each other and moved in a slow rhythmic pace.
"Stay with me." She whispered in his ear. He leaned his head down and placed his mouth on her breast and suckled her nipple.
"Are you a witch too Buffy?" He asked. She laughed softly.
"Why do you ask me that?"
"You must have cast a love spell on me?"
"Would it be so bad if I did?"
"No. Promise me to never break it, because I think I would die if I could never be with you again."
They moved against each other faster, and harder as they felt their orgasms building. They hit the peak together. In silence they moved against each other, calming and soothing one another until they settled down still wrapped around each other.
They spent that day in bed. Sometimes they made love, and sometimes they clawed and pounded into each other like wild animals and then in-between they slept.
As she lay atop him, with her head on his chest, he played with her hair. Wondering at the silky texture of it. She kissed him lightly and stroked him softly with her cool hands.
"Spike."
"Hmm?"
"How is it that you weren't afraid of me?"
"What's that pet?" he was lost in the feel of her hair and he hadn't really heard her question.
"I said, how is it that you weren't afraid of me?"
"Are you kidding? You scared the piss out of me down there." She laughed into his stomach.
"No, I meant when I showed you what I become, what I am. How did you know that would happen, how did you know what I have inside of me?"
"Oh." He pulled her up to him and they lay together side by side, "Well, you see, your not the first vampire I've ever seen. I know a bit about that demon you got inside you." He smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Tell me. I want to know." She was eager to learn more about him, more about his life, his past and how much he knew about her kind.
"Last vampire I saw was a couple of years ago. Andrew and I were runnin' away from an awfully brassed off fellow tryin' to blow our brains out. We got into these caves and ran into the bugger." He chuckled, "Almost took a chunk out of poor Andrew." He started laughing harder now, "I shouldn't laugh, the poor little guy, never saw him so scared."
"Who's Andrew?" God how handsome he was when he laughed, she thought as she looked at him.
"He's my partner, well more like my friend really." He held her close, wondering how honest he should be about his past. It would not be good to hide things; that was no way to start a relationship, if that's what this was going to be. "We used to work with the men you killed last night." She looked at him with furrowed brows.
"Spike, what kind of work did you do with men like that?"