Another Beginning
Chp.17
Relax
I'm so sick of this; it's all where it always is.
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She had asked the gang and Angels team to meet Spike and her at The Hyperion, around seven o'clock that night, and she was nervous.
Spike watched as his love ran around, and changed her clothes every five seconds or so it seemed to him. If she wasn't changing it was her turning around to say something as inane as "What are they gonna think?"
Spike shrugged his shoulders every time she said something like that. Hell, she'd already told Willow and Angel, how much harder could it be to tell the rest of'em? Willow had been thrilled and Angel, well Angel didn't like it one little bit, even going as far as taking his anger about it out on Red. At least that's how she and Cassie had told it. Although Cassie had no idea why the wanker was fussing in the first place.
He watches as she rushes past him yet again. He is sitting on the trunk at the foot of the bed, smiling at her antics.
As she runs past again, he snakes out his hand, snagging her arm, and pulls her into his awaiting lap and embrace.
"Spike!" She squeaks as she lands across his legs in a sprawl.
"Luv, why don't you just relax? You've already told two of'em, there's really not any reason why the others should be any worse than telling Angel." He says, as he wraps his arms around her waist to make her sit still for a few moments.
"RELAX! You want me to relax? Spike, I can't possibly relax. They'll be here in less than two hours, and I don't have any clue what the hell or how the hell I'm gonna tell the rest of them." She crosses her arms over her chest in defiance, letting out a deep breath, and pouts.
"Not that you're not cute when you're nervous Pet, but you need to relax, and quit frettin' over somethin' that hasn't even happened yet." Looking over at his mate still pouting on his lap, cocking his head slightly, and smiling at her, "And you do know what that does to me?" He retorts, raising his scarred eyebrow, and smirking slightly, he leans over and catches her lip between his teeth and softly nibbles on the protruding appendage.
As the kiss gets more intense, Buffy smiles against his mouth, getting a chuckle in return.
Loosening his grip from around her waist, he gently slides her from his lap onto the trunk, and slides to his knees in front of her. He cups her face in his hands, lightly rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her cheekbones. In all of his moving about, he never broke the kiss.
He slides one hand down her arm, just barely touching her, until it gets to her hand, where he laces his fingers with hers. The other hand stays on her cheek, slowly making circles over the skin there, as he kisses her senseless.
Slowly he stands, reluctantly breaking the kiss, because oxygen was becoming an issue for the both of them. He leaves his free hand on her cheek a second longer, than the one that was clasping her hand, then retracts both as he stands in front of her. "I know a way we can both relax, Pet." He says suggestively, into her ear, as he leans back down just for that purpose.
Still heavily breathing and heaving great gasps of air into her lungs, Buffy lays back onto the bed, closing her eyes, "What's that?" She asks in between pants.
Instead of answering her, he crawls up her body, after she lays back and he watched. He kisses her lightly on the mouth, then lets his mouth wander over her face, peppering it with feather light, barely there kisses.
He makes his way to her ear, and nibbles it, then laves the edge of it with the tip of his tongue. "Love you so much, Buffy." He breathes out.
She'd heard his declaration, and tried to make one of her own, but his hand had found it's way up her shirt, and figured out that there was nothing between it and her breast. The only thing that made it past her lips was a "MMMPPF" Sound as his hand started to lightly rub her sensitive flesh, making her squirm underneath him.
Her body sliding and squirming underneath him, makes him groan loudly, as she rubs up against his impossibly tightening jeans, as his he gets harder.
Dropping his head onto her shoulder, as she wraps her leg around his thigh, and makes her body mold more closely to particularly, sensitive parts of his own anatomy. "Luv, if you keep doin' that, this is gonna be over before it even gets started." He groans as her leg moves sensually over his thigh.
As she moves, he starts to kiss her shoulder and neck, working his way down to the part of her chest that is exposed to him from the low neckline of the shirt she is wearing. The v-neck giving him more access than a regular shirt would.
"You know, Pet, I love this bloody shirt. You should wear it all the time." He looks up to her face with a spark in his blue eyes, "or maybe you should go buy more like it?" He says, leaning his head back down to finish the job he'd been occupied with of laving the valley between her breasts with his tongue and teeth, before the thought had come into his mind.
Moving from on top of her, he looks up again, "On second thought." He lifts the edge of her shirt and makes her sit up to remove the garment, that was currently covering her, and keeping him from seeing her beautiful, tanned skin. "Why don't you just quit wearing clothes? Well only if you're not around Harris or Peaches that is, or any other man, unless it's yours truly." He amends, after thinking about the question for a moment. Then lifts the shirt from her body, and tosses it into the corner. He takes in all of her golden, tanned torso as she lies back down on the soft comforter covering the bed.
She scoots up until her head lands on the pillow at the head of the bed. He holds his breath as her hair fans out around her in a golden halo, as her head hits the feather pillow. Taking in all of the beauty his mate holds.
"You're so bloody gorgeous, Goldilocks." He compliments her as he lies back down on his side, props his head on his arm, and looks into her eyes. Sighing against the side of her face, he attacks her throat with abandon, sliding his tongue and lips down her body, 'til he comes to the spot he wants to give attention to.
Capturing one, perfect, pink bud between his lips, and teasing the other one with light touches of his fingers, she gasps, and moans as the touching makes her body shiver, and her nipples harden more than they already are.
Letting go the breast he was teasing with his fingers, his hand slides down to the button of her pants, and deftly undoes it, he dives between the fabric of her knickers, and the soft skin of her abdomen, to the folds between her legs, he rest his hand over them and then lightly tickles her, just barely touching.
He hears her exhale his name in a whisper, and growls against her breast.
He suddenly sits up from his position at the breast, and retracts his hand from her nether regions. Along with the other hand he finds the waistband of her pants, and insistently starts to tug them off of her. She lifts her hips just a slight bit, and in one swift yank, he has them off, and she's completely nude.
He throws the garments in them floor, gazing at the golden goddess before him, he doesn't waste any more time, and slides a finger into her center.
The intrusion makes her hips rise from the bed, and she moans. "Need you, now" She whispers desperately.
He obliges his love, and pulls away from her, quickly divesting himself of his own clothing.
Looking at him she slowly peruses the plains of his body, and licks her lips invitingly as he stands in front of her.
After gazing at him for a few moments, she reaches up and grabs his hardened length in her tiny hand; pulling him closer to him she licks the tip of him and is rewarded with the taste of him in her mouth.
Watching her be so wonton, he growls loudly, and climbs on top of her. "You little minx." He breathes, as he leans in to attack her mouth with his own.
She reaches between their bodies, places him at her entrance, and makes him growl at how ready she is for him. She pushes up slightly with her hips, which makes him groan, as just the tip enters her.
Slowly and inch by agonizing inch he glides into her, and he hears her moan in ecstasy. Fully sheathed in her he stills all of his movement, and she opens her eyes.
Seeing that she's about to protest, he puts his finger over her mouth as she opens it.
Looking deep into her eyes, he removes the finger and places both hands into her hair to pull her head up for a kiss. He slowly starts to move as he kisses her, and every time that it intensifies his movement intensifies with it.
How she managed to do it, he has no idea, but somehow she had flipped them, and now she was on top, riding him with abandon.
He grips her waist, making her still for a moment, as he composes himself. He was so close at the moment that he was about to explode It would of made him feel like a big ponce if he'd have released right then, because he could tell that she wasn't as close as he. After a minute he lets go of her, and she goes back to her administrations on him.
When he lets go, she slowly builds the momentum trying to take it as slow as possible, but the pressure is building up again and she starts to move rapidly on top of him. Spike is meeting her thrust for thrust.
She then finds herself being flipped onto her back, and he starts thrusting into her faster and faster. His face suddenly changes as he starts to hit the pinnacle of their mating.
Her head falls to the side in invitation, and he growls, as he bends his own head down to her neck, and plunges his fangs in.
As soon as his fangs enter her neck and he takes his first drink, she falls over the gap to oblivion, and calls her lovers name over and over.
Coming down from his own euphoria, his face changes back as he retracts his fangs, and then licks the wound he'd just inflicted on her.
Her chest heaves up and down, as he props his head on his elbow to watch her.
Her breathing slows, and she turns to face him, smiling devilishly.
Reaching up to smooth back a strand of hair that had fallen across her face, and smirking, "see now didn't that relax you a bit?" He asks raising his eyebrow, and then gives her a true smile.
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(That was long, and my fingers hurt now.)
Kari: I like that I'm able to knock Angel off of his high horse for a little while. On the subject of Cassie, she has amazed me to no end, and it comes through in this story. I'm proud to say. To put it bluntly, what she said is something that she would say if she actually knew him, she likes to try and make people feel better, and I think I portrayed her in this the way she is. I also want to thank you for reading and reviewing the other stories too. I'm thinking about doing sequels for them, but right now I'd like to get the ones I'm working on finished. So it'll be awhile before I get to them.
Lilmamaday: Thanks for both reviews, didn't think that I'd get anymore for End and Beginning. I was totally surprised when I opened up the email and had a review for it. As for the whole Angel thing, it's subtle, but he's definitely happy about it. When the time comes over the next few chapters, it will be felt, if not heard.
Chp.17
Relax
I'm so sick of this; it's all where it always is.
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She had asked the gang and Angels team to meet Spike and her at The Hyperion, around seven o'clock that night, and she was nervous.
Spike watched as his love ran around, and changed her clothes every five seconds or so it seemed to him. If she wasn't changing it was her turning around to say something as inane as "What are they gonna think?"
Spike shrugged his shoulders every time she said something like that. Hell, she'd already told Willow and Angel, how much harder could it be to tell the rest of'em? Willow had been thrilled and Angel, well Angel didn't like it one little bit, even going as far as taking his anger about it out on Red. At least that's how she and Cassie had told it. Although Cassie had no idea why the wanker was fussing in the first place.
He watches as she rushes past him yet again. He is sitting on the trunk at the foot of the bed, smiling at her antics.
As she runs past again, he snakes out his hand, snagging her arm, and pulls her into his awaiting lap and embrace.
"Spike!" She squeaks as she lands across his legs in a sprawl.
"Luv, why don't you just relax? You've already told two of'em, there's really not any reason why the others should be any worse than telling Angel." He says, as he wraps his arms around her waist to make her sit still for a few moments.
"RELAX! You want me to relax? Spike, I can't possibly relax. They'll be here in less than two hours, and I don't have any clue what the hell or how the hell I'm gonna tell the rest of them." She crosses her arms over her chest in defiance, letting out a deep breath, and pouts.
"Not that you're not cute when you're nervous Pet, but you need to relax, and quit frettin' over somethin' that hasn't even happened yet." Looking over at his mate still pouting on his lap, cocking his head slightly, and smiling at her, "And you do know what that does to me?" He retorts, raising his scarred eyebrow, and smirking slightly, he leans over and catches her lip between his teeth and softly nibbles on the protruding appendage.
As the kiss gets more intense, Buffy smiles against his mouth, getting a chuckle in return.
Loosening his grip from around her waist, he gently slides her from his lap onto the trunk, and slides to his knees in front of her. He cups her face in his hands, lightly rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her cheekbones. In all of his moving about, he never broke the kiss.
He slides one hand down her arm, just barely touching her, until it gets to her hand, where he laces his fingers with hers. The other hand stays on her cheek, slowly making circles over the skin there, as he kisses her senseless.
Slowly he stands, reluctantly breaking the kiss, because oxygen was becoming an issue for the both of them. He leaves his free hand on her cheek a second longer, than the one that was clasping her hand, then retracts both as he stands in front of her. "I know a way we can both relax, Pet." He says suggestively, into her ear, as he leans back down just for that purpose.
Still heavily breathing and heaving great gasps of air into her lungs, Buffy lays back onto the bed, closing her eyes, "What's that?" She asks in between pants.
Instead of answering her, he crawls up her body, after she lays back and he watched. He kisses her lightly on the mouth, then lets his mouth wander over her face, peppering it with feather light, barely there kisses.
He makes his way to her ear, and nibbles it, then laves the edge of it with the tip of his tongue. "Love you so much, Buffy." He breathes out.
She'd heard his declaration, and tried to make one of her own, but his hand had found it's way up her shirt, and figured out that there was nothing between it and her breast. The only thing that made it past her lips was a "MMMPPF" Sound as his hand started to lightly rub her sensitive flesh, making her squirm underneath him.
Her body sliding and squirming underneath him, makes him groan loudly, as she rubs up against his impossibly tightening jeans, as his he gets harder.
Dropping his head onto her shoulder, as she wraps her leg around his thigh, and makes her body mold more closely to particularly, sensitive parts of his own anatomy. "Luv, if you keep doin' that, this is gonna be over before it even gets started." He groans as her leg moves sensually over his thigh.
As she moves, he starts to kiss her shoulder and neck, working his way down to the part of her chest that is exposed to him from the low neckline of the shirt she is wearing. The v-neck giving him more access than a regular shirt would.
"You know, Pet, I love this bloody shirt. You should wear it all the time." He looks up to her face with a spark in his blue eyes, "or maybe you should go buy more like it?" He says, leaning his head back down to finish the job he'd been occupied with of laving the valley between her breasts with his tongue and teeth, before the thought had come into his mind.
Moving from on top of her, he looks up again, "On second thought." He lifts the edge of her shirt and makes her sit up to remove the garment, that was currently covering her, and keeping him from seeing her beautiful, tanned skin. "Why don't you just quit wearing clothes? Well only if you're not around Harris or Peaches that is, or any other man, unless it's yours truly." He amends, after thinking about the question for a moment. Then lifts the shirt from her body, and tosses it into the corner. He takes in all of her golden, tanned torso as she lies back down on the soft comforter covering the bed.
She scoots up until her head lands on the pillow at the head of the bed. He holds his breath as her hair fans out around her in a golden halo, as her head hits the feather pillow. Taking in all of the beauty his mate holds.
"You're so bloody gorgeous, Goldilocks." He compliments her as he lies back down on his side, props his head on his arm, and looks into her eyes. Sighing against the side of her face, he attacks her throat with abandon, sliding his tongue and lips down her body, 'til he comes to the spot he wants to give attention to.
Capturing one, perfect, pink bud between his lips, and teasing the other one with light touches of his fingers, she gasps, and moans as the touching makes her body shiver, and her nipples harden more than they already are.
Letting go the breast he was teasing with his fingers, his hand slides down to the button of her pants, and deftly undoes it, he dives between the fabric of her knickers, and the soft skin of her abdomen, to the folds between her legs, he rest his hand over them and then lightly tickles her, just barely touching.
He hears her exhale his name in a whisper, and growls against her breast.
He suddenly sits up from his position at the breast, and retracts his hand from her nether regions. Along with the other hand he finds the waistband of her pants, and insistently starts to tug them off of her. She lifts her hips just a slight bit, and in one swift yank, he has them off, and she's completely nude.
He throws the garments in them floor, gazing at the golden goddess before him, he doesn't waste any more time, and slides a finger into her center.
The intrusion makes her hips rise from the bed, and she moans. "Need you, now" She whispers desperately.
He obliges his love, and pulls away from her, quickly divesting himself of his own clothing.
Looking at him she slowly peruses the plains of his body, and licks her lips invitingly as he stands in front of her.
After gazing at him for a few moments, she reaches up and grabs his hardened length in her tiny hand; pulling him closer to him she licks the tip of him and is rewarded with the taste of him in her mouth.
Watching her be so wonton, he growls loudly, and climbs on top of her. "You little minx." He breathes, as he leans in to attack her mouth with his own.
She reaches between their bodies, places him at her entrance, and makes him growl at how ready she is for him. She pushes up slightly with her hips, which makes him groan, as just the tip enters her.
Slowly and inch by agonizing inch he glides into her, and he hears her moan in ecstasy. Fully sheathed in her he stills all of his movement, and she opens her eyes.
Seeing that she's about to protest, he puts his finger over her mouth as she opens it.
Looking deep into her eyes, he removes the finger and places both hands into her hair to pull her head up for a kiss. He slowly starts to move as he kisses her, and every time that it intensifies his movement intensifies with it.
How she managed to do it, he has no idea, but somehow she had flipped them, and now she was on top, riding him with abandon.
He grips her waist, making her still for a moment, as he composes himself. He was so close at the moment that he was about to explode It would of made him feel like a big ponce if he'd have released right then, because he could tell that she wasn't as close as he. After a minute he lets go of her, and she goes back to her administrations on him.
When he lets go, she slowly builds the momentum trying to take it as slow as possible, but the pressure is building up again and she starts to move rapidly on top of him. Spike is meeting her thrust for thrust.
She then finds herself being flipped onto her back, and he starts thrusting into her faster and faster. His face suddenly changes as he starts to hit the pinnacle of their mating.
Her head falls to the side in invitation, and he growls, as he bends his own head down to her neck, and plunges his fangs in.
As soon as his fangs enter her neck and he takes his first drink, she falls over the gap to oblivion, and calls her lovers name over and over.
Coming down from his own euphoria, his face changes back as he retracts his fangs, and then licks the wound he'd just inflicted on her.
Her chest heaves up and down, as he props his head on his elbow to watch her.
Her breathing slows, and she turns to face him, smiling devilishly.
Reaching up to smooth back a strand of hair that had fallen across her face, and smirking, "see now didn't that relax you a bit?" He asks raising his eyebrow, and then gives her a true smile.
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(That was long, and my fingers hurt now.)
Kari: I like that I'm able to knock Angel off of his high horse for a little while. On the subject of Cassie, she has amazed me to no end, and it comes through in this story. I'm proud to say. To put it bluntly, what she said is something that she would say if she actually knew him, she likes to try and make people feel better, and I think I portrayed her in this the way she is. I also want to thank you for reading and reviewing the other stories too. I'm thinking about doing sequels for them, but right now I'd like to get the ones I'm working on finished. So it'll be awhile before I get to them.
Lilmamaday: Thanks for both reviews, didn't think that I'd get anymore for End and Beginning. I was totally surprised when I opened up the email and had a review for it. As for the whole Angel thing, it's subtle, but he's definitely happy about it. When the time comes over the next few chapters, it will be felt, if not heard.