***Chapter Four***
**Damage Untwines **
Buffy felt the light burn her into oblivion, she was being submerged into someone else's life force, melded for a moment in eternity, into one. Realising that it was both of them being one for that spilt second, it rejoiced in its being, finally realising that it had always existed here, where ever it was, it was real, and it revelled within itself for that second of eternity. Until it was ripped apart, one yet two halves again, singular but forever altered and changed.
Spike felt that same moment with the same intensity as her. He knew it was as it should be, like a promise kept a long time ago, he didn't understand, but he just knew. He was completed just for one minute in time, forever altered, and more than he ever was before. The revealment that the being had felt, finally united with its other half, even if only for a split second.
They both stood in a desert, with the sun beating down on them, the sand that they stood on, blowing up and around them, making them squint. Spike lost in how he could be standing in the sun, and wondering just where in the 'hell' were they? Maybe hell itself, and the worst thought of all, had he dragged Buffy here with him? His thoughts echoed in her mind.
Buffy knew where they where, she recognised it the moment they had arrived, it was the desert of the First Slayer. The place she once came for answers, had finally rejected an offer of immense power, and learnt of how the Slayer line had begun. A place she realised she was more than what she ever should have been. Why here, and why now, she hadn't a clue.......
"We're not in hell Spike, well maybe not hell, hell. But a kinda hell for Slayers."
He could only look at her in bewilderment, he didn't have the faintest idea what she was going on about, he still felt a little lost. She seemed to recognise this place, the open desert plane with the cluster of hills behind them, and she didn't seem at all pleased to be here. It would appear that they had been taken to a place that Buffy didn't want to be. He gently tightened his grip on her, not really caring where they were anymore, they were together. It didn't matter, for just a second; he didn't want it to matter.
"Buffy," he looked at her intense facial expressions, "Luv, we should be dead! So why aren't we, I mean the amulet, the rays of light......"
"I have no idea, and I have no reason why we aren't dead."
"We have to be here for some reason, and if we can come here, we have to be able to get home."
"If home still exists?"
"It does Buffy, you killed the First, and we killed the vamp soldiers. It has too Buffy, or this would all be for nothing?"
"I don't know Spike. I just don't know."
They both just looked out into the desert, not sure what to do, or where to go. Do they stay and let whatever brought them here seek them out, or do they seek it out? There were just too many questions and not enough answers, both were tired and needed to rest. Despite the earlier metaphysical transformation, it hadn't changed their physical wounds, even though Spikes allergy to sunlight had seemed to disappear, his wounds had not. Neither had Buffy's sword wound from the vamp that had attacked her earlier that day, if you could still call it a day.
A cluster of hills stood behind them, and seemed to offer some form of shelter for them. Spike noticed a cave opening. '~How convenient!~' he thought to himself, '~how bloody convenient~', out in the middle of a probable different dimension, and we have a very nicely placed cave behind them.
"Buffy, sweetheart, you need to rest. Look a lovely free cave, conveniently placed for our use. I wounder if they supply room service?"
"I hope that the bed's aren't lumpy or too soft, I could sleep a millennium!"
"Be careful, you may get what you wish for!" Spike warned her, as they cautiously made their way to the foot of the cave, and halted at the entrance.
"Do we dare?" Spike questioned the woman beside him.
"I have no other plans today. Do you? We've had our daily serving of apocalypse, thank you!" Buffy tried to laugh, "I hope the natives are friendly!"
"Yeah so do I!"
They both entered the shelter, venturing into the cave, the way illuminated by flame torches on the wall. It was obvious that they were expected, and were meant to follow the illuminated path, both grabbed the others hand for reassurance. They were on someone else turf now. The path ended in a large cavern, illuminated by large white balls that softly cast its light over the room. They looked like large moth balls, about 70 to 100 centimetres in diameter; its surface ran with ruff ridges, running in all directions over its skin. They were everywhere, in every deep crevice and open space, causing light to be everywhere.
The gentle sound of running water became more apparent, as they walked further into the depths of the cavern, there was a pool of water with a small waterfall, which filled a small corner of the cave. Walking to the pool, Buffy lent down and tasted the water; it tasted slightly metallic, but fresh. Spike tried to stop her, but too little avail as the smell of blood hit his vamp senses, the demon took over demanding to be satisfied, and his stomach protested.
"Well we aint dead, I know that!" Spike senses had directed him to a smaller pool, around a dark crevice, that fell into the shadows cast by the light balls. It was filled with blood, it swirled around and around like a whirlpool. He could feel its warmth from here as its smell enveloped him, as the need to feed overcame him. At least he didn't have to go look for a feed, or ask the only other source for a snack.
"Thoughtful hosts it would appear!" Spike observed.
"Yeah food and water for me, and a continual years supply of haemoglobin for you!" Buffy pointed to a table across the cavern room that was filled with fresh food, and cutlery. "And it would appear that they expect me to cook it too!"
"And we have comfortable sleeping quarters as well." Spike pointed towards an open space that appeared to be carved out of the wall. A massive bed lay behind a white gossamer curtain, it was a mahogany four poster bed with heavy curtains on all four posts, with a central canopy in its centre. A large single mirror was pointed outwards towards them, as Buffy caught their reflection in it.
"Oh My God!" Buffy mouth hung open as she continued to stare at their reflection, she pulled the curtain away at an opening, and moved towards it. Never breaking contact with Spike, as she looked into his eyes through her reflection in the mirror, and within his own. He stood there unsure what to do. She stopped short in front of the mirror, her hand touching the surface, which reflected the image of her lover. She traced his image on the glass, like a caress that you give to a lover, rediscovering all the curves and ditches of their body.
Caught in the moment, Spike lived the caress reflected in the mirror; he could feel her hand run its way along his body. Slow and erotic. Capturing his desire for her, as she moved her fingers along the edge of his image and reflected it back to him in her eyes. He watched her face as he pulled the curtain aside, not content to watch anymore, he wanted to participate.
He slowly moved towards her, brushing his hair back, the look of desire reflecting in his eyes in the mirror. Buffy watched him approach, her own need for him reflecting back to him. He stood behind her, never leaving her gaze, he pulled aside her hair, kissing her neck that lay bare before him, pushing the fabric of her blouse aside he continued his caresses with his mouth. Running his lips along her shoulder blade, he traced it with his tongue, up and down, tasting the saltiness of her skin. Buffy moved her hands back, resting them on his hips, pulling him closer. To feel him closer too her, needing his body to cool her skin, as it burned under his caresses.
He moved his hands under her blouse, feeling her abdominal muscles clench with need, he deliberately and slowly moved them upwards towards her breasts. Gently squeezing them as they lay encased in her bra, pulling them gently to peak, he watched her take a sharp intake of breathe, and slowly let it out in a deep sigh of craving. He released the clasp that held the bra in place, pulling it away from her breasts to free them into his hands. He moved his head from her shoulder to watch her reaction to his administrations, as he continued to apply gentle pressure to her nipples, between his fingers. Both so caught up in their reflection of what lay before them, neither having experienced this deep want and need for another before.
It let them both breathless....with desire.
Buffy's hold on Spike tightened, signally she wanted more. He complied with her wishes, pulling off her blouse, and her bra away from her body, slowly down her arms, throwing it off her completely. Resuming his caress, the reflection sent Buffy into a spiral, the realisation of what was really happening hitting her in a wave of desire, causing her to arch her back. Placing her hands on his, crushing them to create an even greater amount of pressure on her breasts.
It wasn't enough for Spike, he gently pulled one of his hands away from her breast, deliciously moving it down her abdomen, unfastening her pants, sliding down the zip, and moving his hand into place behind the zip. He placed his fingers over her panties, feeling her wetness through the fabric, rubbing her mound, as he felt her shiver with anticipation.
"Please Spike!"
With her request, he moved his hand down the front of her, touching her lips, lubricated with her juices, he played with her body, drawing his fingers in slow circles, up and down, side to side, sending her deeper into her need for him. She placed even greater pressure on his hand that covered her breast, her breath quickening in reaction to his caress.
"Show me what you want!" Spike whispered into her ear, "Guide me in what you want."
Lifting his hand from her breast he took her hand and placed it in his own, between her legs, returning his hand back to her breast when he had done that.
"Look at us, look at what I'm doing to you."
She finally broke eye contact with him and just looked. She saw herself and her lover in one of the most intimate poses she could have ever dreamed. She slowly began to swirl her hips, in keeping with the moment of his fingers, so much that her pants, fell away. Spike, with his other hand removed her panties, to fully expose her to the image that lay before her.
"Kick them off luv."
Her movements unrushed, she kicked them aside in a heap, along with her shoes, not caring except for the feeling of the coil that tightened deep within her. But it wasn't enough, she needed to see him, see him as he saw her. With her only free hand, she began pulling at his clothing behind her, only managing to pull his t-shirt free from his jeans, and unable to loosen the belt that sat on his hips. She whimpered in frustration.
"Soon luv, soon. Ladies first!"
And he did exactly that, he continued until he could fell her inner muscles clench, and spasm with her oncoming release. The look on her face was pure fantasy, not once had he ever seen it on her face. He'd done just about everything to her, had her everyway conceivable, and she'd done just about everything to him, but not once had he ever seen that look.
It was pure heaven.
Caught in the moment, Spike turned her to face him so that he wasn't just looking at a reflection; he wanted to see the reality in her face, not a piece of glass. Taking advantage of this, with quick speed, Buffy ripped Spike's shirt in two. From the collar to the hem, until it lay in a heap on the floor, and reality reared its ugly head. His body was covered in small slits, which went deep into his body. They were starting to heal, but by the looks of things they were still appalling gashes on his body. The realisation that this was why he was in so much pain in the battle, hit Buffy with a smack in the face.
"It's alright. They don't hurt that much."
"But Spike......."
"But nothing. This makes me forget the pain. Seeing you like this makes me forget the pain." Spike was almost begging her, "Make me forget."
He guided her hands to his chest, gliding it down towards the belt that hung on his hips. She began to undo the belt buckle with her fingers, as she leaned into him, and claimed his mouth for her own, careful not to brush his body with her own, in fear of causing him pain. Their kiss was gentle and fulfilling, deep and long. Tongue swept and mated with each other. Exploring each others ridges and tasting each others being. Connecting in a simple and exotic dance.
With the belt undone, she pulled down the zip, freeing his erection from the confines of the jeans that hugged his body. Spiked jerked in reaction, closing his eyes, lost in the feeling of her hand on him. Her hand swept down its length, as far as she could go with the restriction that his jeans which held her back. Wanting to have all of him, Buffy pulled his jeans down, and removed his boots.
Taking him in hand, she resumed her caress, little by little increased her sweeping motions over him, sending him into a spiral of longing. "Follow me." Buffy mouthed to her lover, as she guided him towards the mirror, to stand side on, "Watch." She began kissing him on his chest, nipping gently as she went, gently suckling his nipples, and bathing them with her tongue, as she continued her hand strokes. Until eventually, she continually moved down his chest with kisses, until she found his navel, dipping her tongue in, teasing it with her mouth. This time it was his turn to clench is abdominal muscles. Sending him even further, into the cataclysm of their burning need for each other. Buffy continued her journey down, until she reached his erect length, enveloping it with her mouth.
He watched in the mirror, as she moved and bobbed her head, taking him in and out of her mouth. He was going insane with the pleasure of it, watching her do this to him was sending him over the edge, and he was struggling with his control.
"Oh fuck!" was all he could muster.
Placing soft pressure on her head, he stopped her movements, motioning for her to stop. Moving his hands to her cheeks, he quickly took a breath. "Buffy, stand up."
This time it was his turn to move her in front of the mirror, standing behind her once again. "Move your legs open a little, luv." Buffy instantly complied with his request.
"This time we watch together!"
Arching his back slightly, making Buffy curve forward a little, and reaching forward to stretch her arms onto the mirror for support. Spike took advantage of their position, moved back his hips a little, and slowly inch by inch made his way into the flesh of his beloved. Slow light thrusts of his hips, rippled through to Buffy's inner flesh, sending sensation after sensation of pleasure through her body. Making Buffy return his gentle thrust with her own, the slight slapping of their flesh echoed with in the cave. Their breathing becoming ragged and hard, in time with their joined thrust's against each other. Gentle movements gave way to hard deep motions, sending the couple deeper into the abyss that awaited them.
Words of want, need, desire, and love moved between the two as they vocalized their joined pleasure. The look in each others eyes reflected their words, making this coupling more intimate than it had ever been. They were just beginning to understand this was the way it was meant to be, not like the other times, which had only caused so much damage to each other.
An obsession turning into insanity, and a rebirth into a loss of self.
This edge only made it sweeter, intensifying their shared feelings and need for each other. As they continued to move against each other, they approached the oncoming release and embraced it. All physical pain from battle forgotten, just the joining of two entities in a moment in time, sharing one mind and one (beating) heart.
"Spike", Buffy screamed as she came, unable to hold onto the moment any longer, she felt Spike join her quickly after her own orgasm, as she felt him come, filling her with his essence, she began to ripple harder around him in her second orgasm, that was triggered by Spike's words.
"I do love you Buffy."
**Damage Untwines **
Buffy felt the light burn her into oblivion, she was being submerged into someone else's life force, melded for a moment in eternity, into one. Realising that it was both of them being one for that spilt second, it rejoiced in its being, finally realising that it had always existed here, where ever it was, it was real, and it revelled within itself for that second of eternity. Until it was ripped apart, one yet two halves again, singular but forever altered and changed.
Spike felt that same moment with the same intensity as her. He knew it was as it should be, like a promise kept a long time ago, he didn't understand, but he just knew. He was completed just for one minute in time, forever altered, and more than he ever was before. The revealment that the being had felt, finally united with its other half, even if only for a split second.
They both stood in a desert, with the sun beating down on them, the sand that they stood on, blowing up and around them, making them squint. Spike lost in how he could be standing in the sun, and wondering just where in the 'hell' were they? Maybe hell itself, and the worst thought of all, had he dragged Buffy here with him? His thoughts echoed in her mind.
Buffy knew where they where, she recognised it the moment they had arrived, it was the desert of the First Slayer. The place she once came for answers, had finally rejected an offer of immense power, and learnt of how the Slayer line had begun. A place she realised she was more than what she ever should have been. Why here, and why now, she hadn't a clue.......
"We're not in hell Spike, well maybe not hell, hell. But a kinda hell for Slayers."
He could only look at her in bewilderment, he didn't have the faintest idea what she was going on about, he still felt a little lost. She seemed to recognise this place, the open desert plane with the cluster of hills behind them, and she didn't seem at all pleased to be here. It would appear that they had been taken to a place that Buffy didn't want to be. He gently tightened his grip on her, not really caring where they were anymore, they were together. It didn't matter, for just a second; he didn't want it to matter.
"Buffy," he looked at her intense facial expressions, "Luv, we should be dead! So why aren't we, I mean the amulet, the rays of light......"
"I have no idea, and I have no reason why we aren't dead."
"We have to be here for some reason, and if we can come here, we have to be able to get home."
"If home still exists?"
"It does Buffy, you killed the First, and we killed the vamp soldiers. It has too Buffy, or this would all be for nothing?"
"I don't know Spike. I just don't know."
They both just looked out into the desert, not sure what to do, or where to go. Do they stay and let whatever brought them here seek them out, or do they seek it out? There were just too many questions and not enough answers, both were tired and needed to rest. Despite the earlier metaphysical transformation, it hadn't changed their physical wounds, even though Spikes allergy to sunlight had seemed to disappear, his wounds had not. Neither had Buffy's sword wound from the vamp that had attacked her earlier that day, if you could still call it a day.
A cluster of hills stood behind them, and seemed to offer some form of shelter for them. Spike noticed a cave opening. '~How convenient!~' he thought to himself, '~how bloody convenient~', out in the middle of a probable different dimension, and we have a very nicely placed cave behind them.
"Buffy, sweetheart, you need to rest. Look a lovely free cave, conveniently placed for our use. I wounder if they supply room service?"
"I hope that the bed's aren't lumpy or too soft, I could sleep a millennium!"
"Be careful, you may get what you wish for!" Spike warned her, as they cautiously made their way to the foot of the cave, and halted at the entrance.
"Do we dare?" Spike questioned the woman beside him.
"I have no other plans today. Do you? We've had our daily serving of apocalypse, thank you!" Buffy tried to laugh, "I hope the natives are friendly!"
"Yeah so do I!"
They both entered the shelter, venturing into the cave, the way illuminated by flame torches on the wall. It was obvious that they were expected, and were meant to follow the illuminated path, both grabbed the others hand for reassurance. They were on someone else turf now. The path ended in a large cavern, illuminated by large white balls that softly cast its light over the room. They looked like large moth balls, about 70 to 100 centimetres in diameter; its surface ran with ruff ridges, running in all directions over its skin. They were everywhere, in every deep crevice and open space, causing light to be everywhere.
The gentle sound of running water became more apparent, as they walked further into the depths of the cavern, there was a pool of water with a small waterfall, which filled a small corner of the cave. Walking to the pool, Buffy lent down and tasted the water; it tasted slightly metallic, but fresh. Spike tried to stop her, but too little avail as the smell of blood hit his vamp senses, the demon took over demanding to be satisfied, and his stomach protested.
"Well we aint dead, I know that!" Spike senses had directed him to a smaller pool, around a dark crevice, that fell into the shadows cast by the light balls. It was filled with blood, it swirled around and around like a whirlpool. He could feel its warmth from here as its smell enveloped him, as the need to feed overcame him. At least he didn't have to go look for a feed, or ask the only other source for a snack.
"Thoughtful hosts it would appear!" Spike observed.
"Yeah food and water for me, and a continual years supply of haemoglobin for you!" Buffy pointed to a table across the cavern room that was filled with fresh food, and cutlery. "And it would appear that they expect me to cook it too!"
"And we have comfortable sleeping quarters as well." Spike pointed towards an open space that appeared to be carved out of the wall. A massive bed lay behind a white gossamer curtain, it was a mahogany four poster bed with heavy curtains on all four posts, with a central canopy in its centre. A large single mirror was pointed outwards towards them, as Buffy caught their reflection in it.
"Oh My God!" Buffy mouth hung open as she continued to stare at their reflection, she pulled the curtain away at an opening, and moved towards it. Never breaking contact with Spike, as she looked into his eyes through her reflection in the mirror, and within his own. He stood there unsure what to do. She stopped short in front of the mirror, her hand touching the surface, which reflected the image of her lover. She traced his image on the glass, like a caress that you give to a lover, rediscovering all the curves and ditches of their body.
Caught in the moment, Spike lived the caress reflected in the mirror; he could feel her hand run its way along his body. Slow and erotic. Capturing his desire for her, as she moved her fingers along the edge of his image and reflected it back to him in her eyes. He watched her face as he pulled the curtain aside, not content to watch anymore, he wanted to participate.
He slowly moved towards her, brushing his hair back, the look of desire reflecting in his eyes in the mirror. Buffy watched him approach, her own need for him reflecting back to him. He stood behind her, never leaving her gaze, he pulled aside her hair, kissing her neck that lay bare before him, pushing the fabric of her blouse aside he continued his caresses with his mouth. Running his lips along her shoulder blade, he traced it with his tongue, up and down, tasting the saltiness of her skin. Buffy moved her hands back, resting them on his hips, pulling him closer. To feel him closer too her, needing his body to cool her skin, as it burned under his caresses.
He moved his hands under her blouse, feeling her abdominal muscles clench with need, he deliberately and slowly moved them upwards towards her breasts. Gently squeezing them as they lay encased in her bra, pulling them gently to peak, he watched her take a sharp intake of breathe, and slowly let it out in a deep sigh of craving. He released the clasp that held the bra in place, pulling it away from her breasts to free them into his hands. He moved his head from her shoulder to watch her reaction to his administrations, as he continued to apply gentle pressure to her nipples, between his fingers. Both so caught up in their reflection of what lay before them, neither having experienced this deep want and need for another before.
It let them both breathless....with desire.
Buffy's hold on Spike tightened, signally she wanted more. He complied with her wishes, pulling off her blouse, and her bra away from her body, slowly down her arms, throwing it off her completely. Resuming his caress, the reflection sent Buffy into a spiral, the realisation of what was really happening hitting her in a wave of desire, causing her to arch her back. Placing her hands on his, crushing them to create an even greater amount of pressure on her breasts.
It wasn't enough for Spike, he gently pulled one of his hands away from her breast, deliciously moving it down her abdomen, unfastening her pants, sliding down the zip, and moving his hand into place behind the zip. He placed his fingers over her panties, feeling her wetness through the fabric, rubbing her mound, as he felt her shiver with anticipation.
"Please Spike!"
With her request, he moved his hand down the front of her, touching her lips, lubricated with her juices, he played with her body, drawing his fingers in slow circles, up and down, side to side, sending her deeper into her need for him. She placed even greater pressure on his hand that covered her breast, her breath quickening in reaction to his caress.
"Show me what you want!" Spike whispered into her ear, "Guide me in what you want."
Lifting his hand from her breast he took her hand and placed it in his own, between her legs, returning his hand back to her breast when he had done that.
"Look at us, look at what I'm doing to you."
She finally broke eye contact with him and just looked. She saw herself and her lover in one of the most intimate poses she could have ever dreamed. She slowly began to swirl her hips, in keeping with the moment of his fingers, so much that her pants, fell away. Spike, with his other hand removed her panties, to fully expose her to the image that lay before her.
"Kick them off luv."
Her movements unrushed, she kicked them aside in a heap, along with her shoes, not caring except for the feeling of the coil that tightened deep within her. But it wasn't enough, she needed to see him, see him as he saw her. With her only free hand, she began pulling at his clothing behind her, only managing to pull his t-shirt free from his jeans, and unable to loosen the belt that sat on his hips. She whimpered in frustration.
"Soon luv, soon. Ladies first!"
And he did exactly that, he continued until he could fell her inner muscles clench, and spasm with her oncoming release. The look on her face was pure fantasy, not once had he ever seen it on her face. He'd done just about everything to her, had her everyway conceivable, and she'd done just about everything to him, but not once had he ever seen that look.
It was pure heaven.
Caught in the moment, Spike turned her to face him so that he wasn't just looking at a reflection; he wanted to see the reality in her face, not a piece of glass. Taking advantage of this, with quick speed, Buffy ripped Spike's shirt in two. From the collar to the hem, until it lay in a heap on the floor, and reality reared its ugly head. His body was covered in small slits, which went deep into his body. They were starting to heal, but by the looks of things they were still appalling gashes on his body. The realisation that this was why he was in so much pain in the battle, hit Buffy with a smack in the face.
"It's alright. They don't hurt that much."
"But Spike......."
"But nothing. This makes me forget the pain. Seeing you like this makes me forget the pain." Spike was almost begging her, "Make me forget."
He guided her hands to his chest, gliding it down towards the belt that hung on his hips. She began to undo the belt buckle with her fingers, as she leaned into him, and claimed his mouth for her own, careful not to brush his body with her own, in fear of causing him pain. Their kiss was gentle and fulfilling, deep and long. Tongue swept and mated with each other. Exploring each others ridges and tasting each others being. Connecting in a simple and exotic dance.
With the belt undone, she pulled down the zip, freeing his erection from the confines of the jeans that hugged his body. Spiked jerked in reaction, closing his eyes, lost in the feeling of her hand on him. Her hand swept down its length, as far as she could go with the restriction that his jeans which held her back. Wanting to have all of him, Buffy pulled his jeans down, and removed his boots.
Taking him in hand, she resumed her caress, little by little increased her sweeping motions over him, sending him into a spiral of longing. "Follow me." Buffy mouthed to her lover, as she guided him towards the mirror, to stand side on, "Watch." She began kissing him on his chest, nipping gently as she went, gently suckling his nipples, and bathing them with her tongue, as she continued her hand strokes. Until eventually, she continually moved down his chest with kisses, until she found his navel, dipping her tongue in, teasing it with her mouth. This time it was his turn to clench is abdominal muscles. Sending him even further, into the cataclysm of their burning need for each other. Buffy continued her journey down, until she reached his erect length, enveloping it with her mouth.
He watched in the mirror, as she moved and bobbed her head, taking him in and out of her mouth. He was going insane with the pleasure of it, watching her do this to him was sending him over the edge, and he was struggling with his control.
"Oh fuck!" was all he could muster.
Placing soft pressure on her head, he stopped her movements, motioning for her to stop. Moving his hands to her cheeks, he quickly took a breath. "Buffy, stand up."
This time it was his turn to move her in front of the mirror, standing behind her once again. "Move your legs open a little, luv." Buffy instantly complied with his request.
"This time we watch together!"
Arching his back slightly, making Buffy curve forward a little, and reaching forward to stretch her arms onto the mirror for support. Spike took advantage of their position, moved back his hips a little, and slowly inch by inch made his way into the flesh of his beloved. Slow light thrusts of his hips, rippled through to Buffy's inner flesh, sending sensation after sensation of pleasure through her body. Making Buffy return his gentle thrust with her own, the slight slapping of their flesh echoed with in the cave. Their breathing becoming ragged and hard, in time with their joined thrust's against each other. Gentle movements gave way to hard deep motions, sending the couple deeper into the abyss that awaited them.
Words of want, need, desire, and love moved between the two as they vocalized their joined pleasure. The look in each others eyes reflected their words, making this coupling more intimate than it had ever been. They were just beginning to understand this was the way it was meant to be, not like the other times, which had only caused so much damage to each other.
An obsession turning into insanity, and a rebirth into a loss of self.
This edge only made it sweeter, intensifying their shared feelings and need for each other. As they continued to move against each other, they approached the oncoming release and embraced it. All physical pain from battle forgotten, just the joining of two entities in a moment in time, sharing one mind and one (beating) heart.
"Spike", Buffy screamed as she came, unable to hold onto the moment any longer, she felt Spike join her quickly after her own orgasm, as she felt him come, filling her with his essence, she began to ripple harder around him in her second orgasm, that was triggered by Spike's words.
"I do love you Buffy."