****Chapter Two****
Thank You to: Kirsty for me was bothering her yet again, over and over, and especially to read this chapter three times!!! And Beta Read it of course!!
To Rebecca, for Beta reading it again with her busy work schedule, and dropping everything to read it!!
Please note that this is rated R for sexual content if it offends then don't read!!!!
**Damage Now**
The silence between the two stood like a silent sentinel, blocking the path to any type of possible communication between the two. Each thought they knew what the other was thinking, or feeling in any given moment in time, and that was one thing that still stood in the way of any real movement forward in their relationship. But still the silence needed to be cracked, and chipped away, or it would surely be the death of them. It had always been this lack of communication between them that had caused the most damage, the pain that they'd inflicted on each other, had overridden any other type of interaction possible between them.
But the time to break that noiseless clamor was here and now, or it would bury them both.
"Why do you always try to put words in my mouth, Spike?" Buffy was the first to break the silence, that had penetrated the conversation since she'd arrived.
"Words are just that; words" Spike moved his legs off of the cot, that he'd been laying down on, "I always believed that old adage, 'actions speak louder than words', they ring so true with us luv"
"And that's supposed to mean what?"
"You give me the amulet, say I am a Champion in not so many words, sleep with me down here in the dark, but never show any sign of what your truly feeling" he stood up right on his feet, but didn't move from his spot, next to the cot.
"Is that what you need, for me to show you something of what I feel?" Buffy moved towards him in slow steps, really unsure of what to do.
"Yeah, I do. I need to know that you care a little for me" Spike looked at her, the need written on his face.
"I do care, Spike I just don't know what you want from me. I mean haven't the last few nights shown you that I do feel something"
"Hmffft, yeah I get to hold the mighty Slayer in my arms, and she holds me like a cuddly teddy bear, that a kid holds for comfort at night"
Buffy couldn't believe what he was saying, she thought that he understood where she was coming from, those times that they slept together. That she needed to be held, to hold onto him like an anchor, and to be held herself. She needed the safe haven that he could and did provide for her. But obviously he could still be Spike and a little thick in some things, did she have to explain everything. And he said 'actions speak louder than words', they seemed a little lost on him at the present moment.
"My god Spike, are you so slow on the uptake here?" Buffy crossed her arms, she was really getting pissed of with the vamp in front of her. Everything had been good until Angel had shown up, and now Spike had to throw this little tantrum.
Typical of Spike.
"No luv, just trying to make sure that I know where I stand"
"Where you stand Spike is next to me. Next to me in battle, next to me in conflict, next to me in.."Buffy just couldn't say the next words, they were stuck somewhere deep inside her she just didn't know how to say it. And didn't know if she could say it, or was even sure what she wanted to say to him.
"Back to the same old, same nothing, Buffy" the look on his face was pure devastation, he'd hoped that maybe she could, say something, say anything to show that she cared for him, just a little, or just loved him a little. Even if it was just a little, it would be better than nothing. "Nothing, is that what you feel for me?"
"NO"
"Well it sure looks that way, and feels like that"
"No, Spike, no!"
Buffy went to stand in front of him, she needed to reassure him in a way she knew he would respond to. She raised one of his hands and placed it within her own, with her free hand, she placed her finger tips on his shoulder. Slowly like he had once done to her, she ran he fingers down his arm, slowly feeling the skin underneath as it puckered, and shivered into goosebumps in reaction to her touch. Feeling the swell of his biceps, under his t-shirt, the muscles tighten in his forearm, as she travel downward with the brush of her finger tips, until she reached his hand. With this hand, she lifted it up until it reached her lips, where she placed the smallest kiss on the palm, tasting his skin with her tongue, she teased it as she lapped gently at it. His sharp intake of breathe was what she had anticipated, and what shed waited for. She proceeded to swirl her tongue in his palm, looking into his bright light blue eyes, as she did this, looking at his reaction to her actions. He could only stare back into her eyes, the look of desire ragging and burning within them, reflecting the crying out of his soul in bliss, of her touching him like this. This is what he wanted, this is what he needed, and this is what he craved from her.
Her touch.
Buffy moved his hand to her cheek, rubbing it against her face, closing her eyes, lounging in the pleasure it was giving her. His cool hand on her face, giving him reassurance of her need for him. With her hand she moved his down her neck, down to her breast, letting him caress it for just a minute, giving her a moment in memory, of what it was like for him to touch her like this. Remembering what it was like to have him caress her, touching her in those few intimate moments, that weren't a focus of pain, or punishment. Just a moment of feeling. But this time it was different, so different from all the other times, this time there was something else attached. Something that she still didn't want to look at or explore, she just wanted to feel in this moment, here and now.
Spike closed his eyes, and let the memories flood over his being, he never thought that she would ever allow him to touch her like this again. He reveled in that moment, he could feel his nerves burn with the caress she was allowing him. His mind dulled, and he stopped breathing, he wanted this moment to go on forever, he had eternity to remember this, and he wanted to saver every moment of it.
Buffy continued with the co-caress down her abdomen, slowing down to let him feel her muscles tighten, and shiver with the feel of his hand. The slow movement of her diaphragm, as she struggled to remember to breathe. She let his hand go at this point, placing it onto his face, and pulling his face down towards her own. He moved his hand down to around her hip, resting it on her bottom, pulling her closer, squeezing it softly.
He felt her lips, gently brushing, exploring his own, just ever so lightly if as not really there, just touching. Small caresses, barely touching, over and over again, it was like a slow death, agonizing. Breaking their hand hold each placed their free hand around each others head, entwining them in each others hair, pushing each other closer, bringing pressure on the back of each others head. Their mouths opening to the gesture, as they deepened their kiss. Tongues invaded each others mouth, gently exploring the others, as if they had never kissed before. They swirled around each other, diving in between each other, tasting the soft and hard textures of each others mouth. Until at least one of them had to surface, and regrettably one did, to breathe.
Buffy lifted her head, short of breathe, and looked into the eyes of her counterpart. He reflected her need, want and burning desire in his eyes. She remembered all those times, she'd seen them in his eyes, and each time she'd ignored them, or pretending that they weren't there. But the time for pretence was over, and the time for exploring them was not now. Not with the battle with the First so close, but she had to give him something, something to hold onto, something to give him reason to hope.
"I do feel something. I don't know what it is, but it is something. Even if I cannot say it, at least I can show you. You did say actions speak louder than words, so let me show you what I mean"
With that Buffy kissed him again, deeper and longer. Allowing those emotions to penetrate every cell of her being, to move within her kisses and caresses. She moved her hands to his shoulder and back, pulling him in closer, to burn his imprint onto her being and her brain. This time it was different from all those times, and she felt it with every sense that she had. His very essence filled her own, something that she'd never allowed him to do and she felt something that she'd never before.
She truly felt his love for her.
It hit her like lightening that even without the soul, he'd been telling the truth, he had loved her all this time, despite her misgivings, that he couldn't have loved her, because he didn't have a soul. This just drove her on further, fueling her desire for him, giving her the momentum that she needed.
She moved her hands, down from his shoulders and back, running them across his chest, gently massaging his pecs as she went. She could feel his nipples harden in response to her, and his breathe cease all together. She ran them down to his abdomen, feeling the ripples, and ditches of his firm stomach muscles, savoring them as she felt them tighten and contract in time with her caresses. Until she reached his belt, pulling on the leather strap, she moved it back from the buckle, pulling the strap back, and loosening the buckle, until it released the leather within.
Buffy gently withdrew the t-shirt from its' confines of his jeans, pulling upwards until it went over his head, and he was devoid of it. She couldn't help but just look at his sleek, tight, firm body, remembering the times that she'd had the chance to just look at him, and she couldn't remember one moment or second that she had just done just that. Just admire him for the physical perfection that he was. She'd been to busy bruising his pale skin, making it bleed and marking him with her nails. She moved her hands gently over his torso, feeling it through the t-shirt was nothing like it felt now. It was cool to touch, as she remembered, but strangely enough it had some warmth to it, it was only minor, but he was definitely hotter than room temperature.
Spike never in his wildest dreams, believed that Buffy would ever touch him like this again, he'd thought that he'd killed off any chance for them, to be like this again. Her hands burned into him, leaving a trail on his chest, as she moved her hands down his body. He could see her look at him; really look at him like she'd never done before. She was seeing ~him~, not a play thing, or just a body to fuck.
Buffy kissed him again on the lips, as she continued her exploration of his upper torso, her tongue invading his mouth, darting in and out, not seeking dominance, but acceptance. Spike moved his hands, down her back, feeling her shiver as they descended to her waist band of her pants, removing her shirt, as he pulled his hands back up to facilitate its removal. Leaving her standing in her pants, and bra. He broke away from the kiss, running his hand long her bra line, backwards and forwards, until he stopped at her front clasp. Unhooking it, as he pulled the bra away from her breasts, exposing them to the cool air of the basement. He clasped both in his hand, gently feeling their weight, molding them to his hands, as he gently squeezed them until they peaked.
He lowered his head down, until he placed one of the peaks in his mouth, he slowly suckled it, biting the peak, and gently teased it with his tongue. He continued to gently tease the other with his hand, as he paid attention to the other, until he swapped peaks, giving each gratification as he continued to devour her. Buffy's labored breathing was the only indication that she was transfixed by his administrations, she occasionally inhaled with such sharpness, that she let out a rasping sound that he'd never heard before. He continued his trail down her body, kissing her abdomen with exquisite small butterfly kisses, stopping at her navel, to run and dip his tongue in, like she had with his palm. Until reaching the waistband of her pants, he undid them as he continued diving into her navel. Slowly undoing the zip, pulling it down with his fingers, he could smell her arousal, so fever pitched that it was driving him insane, he had to control the urge just to yank her pants down and dive into her. Her pants fell down of their own accord as the zip gave way, she stood out of them, as she kicked them away. Now on his knees he looked up at her, from his position on the floor.
Placing her hands on his face, she gently motioned for him to stand up before her.
Running her hand down his front again, it was her turn to take pleasure in him. She placed her lips on the top of his collar bone, tracing its prominence with her tongue, licking and tasting the skin below. Tracing it down to the swell of one of his pectorals, until she engulfed his nipple with her mouth, suckling and teasing him, like he had her. Not wasting time, she moved her hand to his jean zipper, lowering it, hearing the metal give way in its wake, freeing him of the tight confines of his jeans. He sprang forth to attention; Buffy ran her hand over and over, the long steel length of him, making him shudder in response to her administrations. He lowered his own jeans of his body, as he didn't want Buffy to stop what she was doing to him.
Moving his own hands to her g-string, he grasped the sides of its bands, and pulled down. Running his hands up the backs of her legs, until he reached her globes of her bottom, he tenderly pulled her forward, so that she touched his whole body, and matched him shoulder to shoulder, breast to breast, and hip to hip. So close that they were in perfect unison.
They both just stared into the eyes of the other, maybe Buffy couldn't say what she wanted to say, but it was there, reflected in her eyes from her very soul.
Spike turned her until her back was to the cot, and guided her to lay down upon its rough wooly surface, of the blanket that lay on it. Once Buffy lay down, he stopped just to admire her, to look upon her and feast on the vision before him. He moved to the end of the cot, and placed his hands on her ankles, lifting them up the cot, moving her thighs apart. Kneeling with on one leg on the cot, he kissed one of her knees, making his way up her thigh, until he reached her inner folds. Separating them with his mouth, he went to play with her, teasing her, nibbling at her until she screamed at the pleasure of it. He continued until he could feel the moisture run out of her like a river, and he felt her inner muscles start to contract around his mouth. His placed two of his fingers on her inner wall, teasing the muscles inside, until she buckled and howled out his name, as she came.
"Spike please!!"
"Please what Buffy?"
"Please Spike, I want you! Please!"
"Where Buffy? Tell me where!"
"Inside, inside of me!"
Moving his way up her body, he covered her own with his, kissing her on the mouth with so much passion, need, heat and desire. His want evident on her stomach, as it twitched and stretched even further in length, tickling her abdomen. Not wanting to wait any longer, she grasped him in her hands, and placed him at her entrance. Putting her hands on his hips, she pushed.
The tip of him glided in with little resistance; its length and width moved smoothly within her, with slow thrusts, he begins his assault upon her being. Buffy arched up in response to his movements, bringing her hips up to meet his, grasping his shoulders to anchor herself to him. Slowly the rhythm changes, to one of longer, deeper, and slow agonizing movements, swirling of each others hips to increase the others pleasure, and satisfaction.
"Oh Buffy!Oh god! So good, so good!"
"Yes, there, there!!"
Each voicing their pleasure, and need for one another, they rediscovered each other, like never before. They were communicating with each other, in ways that words wouldn't allow, expressing their trust for each other, and their acceptance of each other.
They were finally dancing to the right tune.
Spike felt Buffy's inner muscles begin to contract, and tighten, signaling her readiness to complete the crescendo of the dance. Bringing his hand down, he stroked her at her peak, and felt her let go, diving into the abyss that awaited her. Pulling back one more time, he dived into her, allowing himself to let go and join her.
"Oh Bloody Hell"
"Owwwwhhhhhhhhh"
Their joined screams, melting into one another, as they both came with each other, each holding onto the other in a death grip. One not wanting to let the other go, just wanting to stay like this forever.
Spike gently raised himself from on top of Buffy, and retrieved the blanket that had fallen to the floor, covering them both in it. They just lay in each others arm, just looking at each other, both giving the other soft just-after kisses, and simple caresses along each others body.
Enjoying the after glow.
Neither heard the approaching foot steps on the landing, as Dawn approached. She hadn't wanted to disturb the lovers, but Giles was looking for Buffy, and this was the last thing that Dawn wanted Giles to find, especially after the episode with Woods. She saw the two in their embrace, and dreaded breaking the reunion up, but it had to be done. She loudly stomped her feet mimicking foot steps and waited for the two to notice them.
Spike was the first to notice, abruptly pulling away from Buffy, "Bloody Hell, Platelet!"
"Dawn, get the hell out of here" the anger in Buffy's voice was sharp and deadly.
"Hey, I know you two are having a little chat, but Giles is after you Buffy" Dawn tried to explain.
"Bloody Watcher, what does the pilock want now?" Spike retorted, "Hey, he cannot kill me one way, so he tries another"
"Spike!" both girls replied to his outburst.
"Okay Dawn, I'll be up in a minute, ok" Buffy looked at her sister dismissing her.
Dawn quickly retreated back up the stairs, and quietly closed the door behind her. Leaving Buffy and Spike in the basement, looking at each other, a little found, but also, a little lost.
"So what does this mean, Buffy?"
"It means that we have a lot to talk about and a lot to explore. But not now Spike, we have other matters to fix first."
"Yeah, we do have matters to fix up, but."
"Please Spike no buts now. You know that I feel something for you that I never thought I would, ever. But......"
"But, let's just go be heroes for now"
"Yeah, lets just go be heroes for now, and tomorrow, well lets just wait and see, okay" with that Buffy leaned into him and gently placed a kiss on his mouth, full of promises and a future. She reluctantly turned away, and did what she had to do.
She had to be the Slayer for now.
Thank You to: Kirsty for me was bothering her yet again, over and over, and especially to read this chapter three times!!! And Beta Read it of course!!
To Rebecca, for Beta reading it again with her busy work schedule, and dropping everything to read it!!
Please note that this is rated R for sexual content if it offends then don't read!!!!
**Damage Now**
The silence between the two stood like a silent sentinel, blocking the path to any type of possible communication between the two. Each thought they knew what the other was thinking, or feeling in any given moment in time, and that was one thing that still stood in the way of any real movement forward in their relationship. But still the silence needed to be cracked, and chipped away, or it would surely be the death of them. It had always been this lack of communication between them that had caused the most damage, the pain that they'd inflicted on each other, had overridden any other type of interaction possible between them.
But the time to break that noiseless clamor was here and now, or it would bury them both.
"Why do you always try to put words in my mouth, Spike?" Buffy was the first to break the silence, that had penetrated the conversation since she'd arrived.
"Words are just that; words" Spike moved his legs off of the cot, that he'd been laying down on, "I always believed that old adage, 'actions speak louder than words', they ring so true with us luv"
"And that's supposed to mean what?"
"You give me the amulet, say I am a Champion in not so many words, sleep with me down here in the dark, but never show any sign of what your truly feeling" he stood up right on his feet, but didn't move from his spot, next to the cot.
"Is that what you need, for me to show you something of what I feel?" Buffy moved towards him in slow steps, really unsure of what to do.
"Yeah, I do. I need to know that you care a little for me" Spike looked at her, the need written on his face.
"I do care, Spike I just don't know what you want from me. I mean haven't the last few nights shown you that I do feel something"
"Hmffft, yeah I get to hold the mighty Slayer in my arms, and she holds me like a cuddly teddy bear, that a kid holds for comfort at night"
Buffy couldn't believe what he was saying, she thought that he understood where she was coming from, those times that they slept together. That she needed to be held, to hold onto him like an anchor, and to be held herself. She needed the safe haven that he could and did provide for her. But obviously he could still be Spike and a little thick in some things, did she have to explain everything. And he said 'actions speak louder than words', they seemed a little lost on him at the present moment.
"My god Spike, are you so slow on the uptake here?" Buffy crossed her arms, she was really getting pissed of with the vamp in front of her. Everything had been good until Angel had shown up, and now Spike had to throw this little tantrum.
Typical of Spike.
"No luv, just trying to make sure that I know where I stand"
"Where you stand Spike is next to me. Next to me in battle, next to me in conflict, next to me in.."Buffy just couldn't say the next words, they were stuck somewhere deep inside her she just didn't know how to say it. And didn't know if she could say it, or was even sure what she wanted to say to him.
"Back to the same old, same nothing, Buffy" the look on his face was pure devastation, he'd hoped that maybe she could, say something, say anything to show that she cared for him, just a little, or just loved him a little. Even if it was just a little, it would be better than nothing. "Nothing, is that what you feel for me?"
"NO"
"Well it sure looks that way, and feels like that"
"No, Spike, no!"
Buffy went to stand in front of him, she needed to reassure him in a way she knew he would respond to. She raised one of his hands and placed it within her own, with her free hand, she placed her finger tips on his shoulder. Slowly like he had once done to her, she ran he fingers down his arm, slowly feeling the skin underneath as it puckered, and shivered into goosebumps in reaction to her touch. Feeling the swell of his biceps, under his t-shirt, the muscles tighten in his forearm, as she travel downward with the brush of her finger tips, until she reached his hand. With this hand, she lifted it up until it reached her lips, where she placed the smallest kiss on the palm, tasting his skin with her tongue, she teased it as she lapped gently at it. His sharp intake of breathe was what she had anticipated, and what shed waited for. She proceeded to swirl her tongue in his palm, looking into his bright light blue eyes, as she did this, looking at his reaction to her actions. He could only stare back into her eyes, the look of desire ragging and burning within them, reflecting the crying out of his soul in bliss, of her touching him like this. This is what he wanted, this is what he needed, and this is what he craved from her.
Her touch.
Buffy moved his hand to her cheek, rubbing it against her face, closing her eyes, lounging in the pleasure it was giving her. His cool hand on her face, giving him reassurance of her need for him. With her hand she moved his down her neck, down to her breast, letting him caress it for just a minute, giving her a moment in memory, of what it was like for him to touch her like this. Remembering what it was like to have him caress her, touching her in those few intimate moments, that weren't a focus of pain, or punishment. Just a moment of feeling. But this time it was different, so different from all the other times, this time there was something else attached. Something that she still didn't want to look at or explore, she just wanted to feel in this moment, here and now.
Spike closed his eyes, and let the memories flood over his being, he never thought that she would ever allow him to touch her like this again. He reveled in that moment, he could feel his nerves burn with the caress she was allowing him. His mind dulled, and he stopped breathing, he wanted this moment to go on forever, he had eternity to remember this, and he wanted to saver every moment of it.
Buffy continued with the co-caress down her abdomen, slowing down to let him feel her muscles tighten, and shiver with the feel of his hand. The slow movement of her diaphragm, as she struggled to remember to breathe. She let his hand go at this point, placing it onto his face, and pulling his face down towards her own. He moved his hand down to around her hip, resting it on her bottom, pulling her closer, squeezing it softly.
He felt her lips, gently brushing, exploring his own, just ever so lightly if as not really there, just touching. Small caresses, barely touching, over and over again, it was like a slow death, agonizing. Breaking their hand hold each placed their free hand around each others head, entwining them in each others hair, pushing each other closer, bringing pressure on the back of each others head. Their mouths opening to the gesture, as they deepened their kiss. Tongues invaded each others mouth, gently exploring the others, as if they had never kissed before. They swirled around each other, diving in between each other, tasting the soft and hard textures of each others mouth. Until at least one of them had to surface, and regrettably one did, to breathe.
Buffy lifted her head, short of breathe, and looked into the eyes of her counterpart. He reflected her need, want and burning desire in his eyes. She remembered all those times, she'd seen them in his eyes, and each time she'd ignored them, or pretending that they weren't there. But the time for pretence was over, and the time for exploring them was not now. Not with the battle with the First so close, but she had to give him something, something to hold onto, something to give him reason to hope.
"I do feel something. I don't know what it is, but it is something. Even if I cannot say it, at least I can show you. You did say actions speak louder than words, so let me show you what I mean"
With that Buffy kissed him again, deeper and longer. Allowing those emotions to penetrate every cell of her being, to move within her kisses and caresses. She moved her hands to his shoulder and back, pulling him in closer, to burn his imprint onto her being and her brain. This time it was different from all those times, and she felt it with every sense that she had. His very essence filled her own, something that she'd never allowed him to do and she felt something that she'd never before.
She truly felt his love for her.
It hit her like lightening that even without the soul, he'd been telling the truth, he had loved her all this time, despite her misgivings, that he couldn't have loved her, because he didn't have a soul. This just drove her on further, fueling her desire for him, giving her the momentum that she needed.
She moved her hands, down from his shoulders and back, running them across his chest, gently massaging his pecs as she went. She could feel his nipples harden in response to her, and his breathe cease all together. She ran them down to his abdomen, feeling the ripples, and ditches of his firm stomach muscles, savoring them as she felt them tighten and contract in time with her caresses. Until she reached his belt, pulling on the leather strap, she moved it back from the buckle, pulling the strap back, and loosening the buckle, until it released the leather within.
Buffy gently withdrew the t-shirt from its' confines of his jeans, pulling upwards until it went over his head, and he was devoid of it. She couldn't help but just look at his sleek, tight, firm body, remembering the times that she'd had the chance to just look at him, and she couldn't remember one moment or second that she had just done just that. Just admire him for the physical perfection that he was. She'd been to busy bruising his pale skin, making it bleed and marking him with her nails. She moved her hands gently over his torso, feeling it through the t-shirt was nothing like it felt now. It was cool to touch, as she remembered, but strangely enough it had some warmth to it, it was only minor, but he was definitely hotter than room temperature.
Spike never in his wildest dreams, believed that Buffy would ever touch him like this again, he'd thought that he'd killed off any chance for them, to be like this again. Her hands burned into him, leaving a trail on his chest, as she moved her hands down his body. He could see her look at him; really look at him like she'd never done before. She was seeing ~him~, not a play thing, or just a body to fuck.
Buffy kissed him again on the lips, as she continued her exploration of his upper torso, her tongue invading his mouth, darting in and out, not seeking dominance, but acceptance. Spike moved his hands, down her back, feeling her shiver as they descended to her waist band of her pants, removing her shirt, as he pulled his hands back up to facilitate its removal. Leaving her standing in her pants, and bra. He broke away from the kiss, running his hand long her bra line, backwards and forwards, until he stopped at her front clasp. Unhooking it, as he pulled the bra away from her breasts, exposing them to the cool air of the basement. He clasped both in his hand, gently feeling their weight, molding them to his hands, as he gently squeezed them until they peaked.
He lowered his head down, until he placed one of the peaks in his mouth, he slowly suckled it, biting the peak, and gently teased it with his tongue. He continued to gently tease the other with his hand, as he paid attention to the other, until he swapped peaks, giving each gratification as he continued to devour her. Buffy's labored breathing was the only indication that she was transfixed by his administrations, she occasionally inhaled with such sharpness, that she let out a rasping sound that he'd never heard before. He continued his trail down her body, kissing her abdomen with exquisite small butterfly kisses, stopping at her navel, to run and dip his tongue in, like she had with his palm. Until reaching the waistband of her pants, he undid them as he continued diving into her navel. Slowly undoing the zip, pulling it down with his fingers, he could smell her arousal, so fever pitched that it was driving him insane, he had to control the urge just to yank her pants down and dive into her. Her pants fell down of their own accord as the zip gave way, she stood out of them, as she kicked them away. Now on his knees he looked up at her, from his position on the floor.
Placing her hands on his face, she gently motioned for him to stand up before her.
Running her hand down his front again, it was her turn to take pleasure in him. She placed her lips on the top of his collar bone, tracing its prominence with her tongue, licking and tasting the skin below. Tracing it down to the swell of one of his pectorals, until she engulfed his nipple with her mouth, suckling and teasing him, like he had her. Not wasting time, she moved her hand to his jean zipper, lowering it, hearing the metal give way in its wake, freeing him of the tight confines of his jeans. He sprang forth to attention; Buffy ran her hand over and over, the long steel length of him, making him shudder in response to her administrations. He lowered his own jeans of his body, as he didn't want Buffy to stop what she was doing to him.
Moving his own hands to her g-string, he grasped the sides of its bands, and pulled down. Running his hands up the backs of her legs, until he reached her globes of her bottom, he tenderly pulled her forward, so that she touched his whole body, and matched him shoulder to shoulder, breast to breast, and hip to hip. So close that they were in perfect unison.
They both just stared into the eyes of the other, maybe Buffy couldn't say what she wanted to say, but it was there, reflected in her eyes from her very soul.
Spike turned her until her back was to the cot, and guided her to lay down upon its rough wooly surface, of the blanket that lay on it. Once Buffy lay down, he stopped just to admire her, to look upon her and feast on the vision before him. He moved to the end of the cot, and placed his hands on her ankles, lifting them up the cot, moving her thighs apart. Kneeling with on one leg on the cot, he kissed one of her knees, making his way up her thigh, until he reached her inner folds. Separating them with his mouth, he went to play with her, teasing her, nibbling at her until she screamed at the pleasure of it. He continued until he could feel the moisture run out of her like a river, and he felt her inner muscles start to contract around his mouth. His placed two of his fingers on her inner wall, teasing the muscles inside, until she buckled and howled out his name, as she came.
"Spike please!!"
"Please what Buffy?"
"Please Spike, I want you! Please!"
"Where Buffy? Tell me where!"
"Inside, inside of me!"
Moving his way up her body, he covered her own with his, kissing her on the mouth with so much passion, need, heat and desire. His want evident on her stomach, as it twitched and stretched even further in length, tickling her abdomen. Not wanting to wait any longer, she grasped him in her hands, and placed him at her entrance. Putting her hands on his hips, she pushed.
The tip of him glided in with little resistance; its length and width moved smoothly within her, with slow thrusts, he begins his assault upon her being. Buffy arched up in response to his movements, bringing her hips up to meet his, grasping his shoulders to anchor herself to him. Slowly the rhythm changes, to one of longer, deeper, and slow agonizing movements, swirling of each others hips to increase the others pleasure, and satisfaction.
"Oh Buffy!Oh god! So good, so good!"
"Yes, there, there!!"
Each voicing their pleasure, and need for one another, they rediscovered each other, like never before. They were communicating with each other, in ways that words wouldn't allow, expressing their trust for each other, and their acceptance of each other.
They were finally dancing to the right tune.
Spike felt Buffy's inner muscles begin to contract, and tighten, signaling her readiness to complete the crescendo of the dance. Bringing his hand down, he stroked her at her peak, and felt her let go, diving into the abyss that awaited her. Pulling back one more time, he dived into her, allowing himself to let go and join her.
"Oh Bloody Hell"
"Owwwwhhhhhhhhh"
Their joined screams, melting into one another, as they both came with each other, each holding onto the other in a death grip. One not wanting to let the other go, just wanting to stay like this forever.
Spike gently raised himself from on top of Buffy, and retrieved the blanket that had fallen to the floor, covering them both in it. They just lay in each others arm, just looking at each other, both giving the other soft just-after kisses, and simple caresses along each others body.
Enjoying the after glow.
Neither heard the approaching foot steps on the landing, as Dawn approached. She hadn't wanted to disturb the lovers, but Giles was looking for Buffy, and this was the last thing that Dawn wanted Giles to find, especially after the episode with Woods. She saw the two in their embrace, and dreaded breaking the reunion up, but it had to be done. She loudly stomped her feet mimicking foot steps and waited for the two to notice them.
Spike was the first to notice, abruptly pulling away from Buffy, "Bloody Hell, Platelet!"
"Dawn, get the hell out of here" the anger in Buffy's voice was sharp and deadly.
"Hey, I know you two are having a little chat, but Giles is after you Buffy" Dawn tried to explain.
"Bloody Watcher, what does the pilock want now?" Spike retorted, "Hey, he cannot kill me one way, so he tries another"
"Spike!" both girls replied to his outburst.
"Okay Dawn, I'll be up in a minute, ok" Buffy looked at her sister dismissing her.
Dawn quickly retreated back up the stairs, and quietly closed the door behind her. Leaving Buffy and Spike in the basement, looking at each other, a little found, but also, a little lost.
"So what does this mean, Buffy?"
"It means that we have a lot to talk about and a lot to explore. But not now Spike, we have other matters to fix first."
"Yeah, we do have matters to fix up, but."
"Please Spike no buts now. You know that I feel something for you that I never thought I would, ever. But......"
"But, let's just go be heroes for now"
"Yeah, lets just go be heroes for now, and tomorrow, well lets just wait and see, okay" with that Buffy leaned into him and gently placed a kiss on his mouth, full of promises and a future. She reluctantly turned away, and did what she had to do.
She had to be the Slayer for now.