Chapter 21.
Buffy awoke as the suns rays began to penetrate her bedroom. She was facing away from him and his right arm was draped protectively around her waist. He felt her stir and kissed her gently on the shoulder.
"Sleeping beauty awakes," he whispered softly in her ear.
Buffy couldn't stop the smile spreading across her face, as she remembered the events of the evening.
"Mmmm," she murmured sleepily, and she twisted around so she was now facing him, resting her head on his chest. "This is nice."
Spike placed a light kiss on her forehead and wrapped his arms around the sleepy blonde. He stroked her hair as she drifted back to sleep. 'It's more than nice,' he thought, 'It's perfect.' He lay awake watching her sleep, feeling her warm breath on his chest, holding her close to his body. The silence was shattered as Faith came crashing into the bedroom.
"B! Have you seen my black pants?" She screeched as she threw the door open.
Spike reached down and pulled the sheet up to cover them a little.
"I left them in the wash basket and....oh...oh leaving now!"
She quickly shut the door and leant her back against it, big grin all over her face. She decided to start on some breakfast, so began to make her way to the kitchen. Dawn came out of the bathroom opposite and ran into her, almost sending the two girls tumbling to the floor with Faith collapsing into the giggles.
"Um Faith, are you ok?" She asked bemused, before bouncing into Buffy's bedroom.
"Buffy you want a coff..." she began before coming face to face with an almost naked Spike.
"Bloody hell, doesn't anyone knock in this house?" He exclaimed.
Blushing, she quickly closed the door and glared at Faith.
"You could have told me!" She squealed at the brunette who was cackling hysterically in front of her.
Faith nodded, trying to control her laughter. "Yeah I could, but then I would have missed this quality moment!"
Spike groaned as he lay back down.
"I'd forgotten what living with a load of birds was like!" He complained.
Buffy pulled him towards her and captured his lips in a long lingering kiss. She ran one hand slowly up his thigh, as she curled the fingers of her other hand in his hair. She looked at him mischievously. "It's not so bad is it?" She whispered seductively as she grasped him in her left hand. He gasped as she began to work him gently.
"It certainly has its plus points," he smirked before he put his arms around her and flipped her onto her back. He knew she loved it when he was in control. Buffy stared up into his crystal blue eyes, totally absorbed. He had taken her hands and was now holding them above her head, as he pressed his lips onto hers with such force she could hardly breathe. The weight of his body on top of hers, was crushing her into the bed, but she didn't care. She had died and gone to heaven, 'who needs to breathe anyway?' She thought. She was so entranced by him, she didn't even notice he had released her hands, and was now running his own down along her side. He ran one softly over her breast, gently flicking the nipple with his thumb, causing her to arch her back into him. Buffy could feel him pressing into her, she wanted him, and desperately needed him. He was teasing her thoroughly, making her wait, and revelling in her pleasure and desire.
"Spike, I need you! I want you now!" She moaned as her ran his other hand up her thigh and across her heat. She could feel his erection grinding into her thigh and it was almost more than she could bear.
"Not yet baby," he whispered as he ran his tongue along her jaw line and down to her collarbone, gently nipping at her with his teeth, as she writhed beneath him. Her skin was hot and flushed and her breathing laboured, as he pushed himself on top of her, crushing her body with his. He didn't know how long he would last, she already had him so worked up, he was on the verge of losing control and she had barely touched him. Just being around her made him feel things he hadn't felt in years, feelings, emotions, memories that had been locked away in his mind for so long. He never thought he would be with her again, not like this.
"Spike, please!" She pleaded.
He couldn't fight it any longer and in one long stroke he was deep inside her. She cried out as he entered her, and Spike pulled her back into a passionate kiss, tongues battling against each other, as he moved inside her.
Dawn turned the television up.
"Oh my god! Are they boinking?" She exclaimed.
Faith smiled and took a sip of her morning coffee, extra strong to kick start the day.
"No Dawn, they are playing chequers!" She replied sarcastically rolling her eyes. The sound of something crashing to the floor came from the bedroom, 'there goes the bed side cabinet' Faith thought, 'good girl, I always knew she had it in her'.
Dawn picked at her breakfast. "It's like eight am! I am eating my breakfast and listening to my sister boink her mortal enemy, I am so scarred for life!" She squealed before turning the volume on the television up even more. Faith laughed, "Give the girl a break Dawn, it's been a long time, she needs a good seeing to if you know what I mean!" She wiggled raunchily in the armchair.
Dawn looked at her disgusted, "Oh my god Faith, that's gross!" She exclaimed.
"What's the big deal Dawnie, I mean it's not like you are exactly the vestal virgin is it?"
Dawn glared back at the brunette. "That is so not the point!" She was interrupted as the sound from the television, was pierced by Buffy's voice
"Oh god Spike! Don't stop! Please!" Followed by Spike slamming her hard against the bedroom door. The noise of them both coming together clearly sounding throughout the whole apartment.
"And I don't force her to listen to me!" She picked up her cereal bowl and stomped to her bedroom.
The two lovers slid slowly to the floor and Spike pulled Buffy into a soft embrace, gently nuzzling her neck. Buffy looked up and surveyed the wreckage that was her bedroom.
"Oops, looks like we missed the bed again!" She giggled before resting her head on his chest again. She jerked her head up.
"You don't think anyone heard us do you?" She said in a flustered manner. Spike looked at her and raised his eyebrows.
"No pet, you were quiet as a mouse," he lied before pulling her back in towards him.
He ran his fingers lightly up her back, caressing her skin. He couldn't touch her without feeling it, feeling the currents of electricity coming off them. It was just like it had always been before, they were right, they fitted.
He rested his forehead on hers.
"I've missed you so much, more than you can ever know." He whispered, trying to stop the words catching in his throat.
Buffy stroked his hair, "I know," she began, "I know because it was the same for me." She pulled his head up so she was looking into her eyes. "But now we don't have to miss each other any more, ever."
Buffy awoke as the suns rays began to penetrate her bedroom. She was facing away from him and his right arm was draped protectively around her waist. He felt her stir and kissed her gently on the shoulder.
"Sleeping beauty awakes," he whispered softly in her ear.
Buffy couldn't stop the smile spreading across her face, as she remembered the events of the evening.
"Mmmm," she murmured sleepily, and she twisted around so she was now facing him, resting her head on his chest. "This is nice."
Spike placed a light kiss on her forehead and wrapped his arms around the sleepy blonde. He stroked her hair as she drifted back to sleep. 'It's more than nice,' he thought, 'It's perfect.' He lay awake watching her sleep, feeling her warm breath on his chest, holding her close to his body. The silence was shattered as Faith came crashing into the bedroom.
"B! Have you seen my black pants?" She screeched as she threw the door open.
Spike reached down and pulled the sheet up to cover them a little.
"I left them in the wash basket and....oh...oh leaving now!"
She quickly shut the door and leant her back against it, big grin all over her face. She decided to start on some breakfast, so began to make her way to the kitchen. Dawn came out of the bathroom opposite and ran into her, almost sending the two girls tumbling to the floor with Faith collapsing into the giggles.
"Um Faith, are you ok?" She asked bemused, before bouncing into Buffy's bedroom.
"Buffy you want a coff..." she began before coming face to face with an almost naked Spike.
"Bloody hell, doesn't anyone knock in this house?" He exclaimed.
Blushing, she quickly closed the door and glared at Faith.
"You could have told me!" She squealed at the brunette who was cackling hysterically in front of her.
Faith nodded, trying to control her laughter. "Yeah I could, but then I would have missed this quality moment!"
Spike groaned as he lay back down.
"I'd forgotten what living with a load of birds was like!" He complained.
Buffy pulled him towards her and captured his lips in a long lingering kiss. She ran one hand slowly up his thigh, as she curled the fingers of her other hand in his hair. She looked at him mischievously. "It's not so bad is it?" She whispered seductively as she grasped him in her left hand. He gasped as she began to work him gently.
"It certainly has its plus points," he smirked before he put his arms around her and flipped her onto her back. He knew she loved it when he was in control. Buffy stared up into his crystal blue eyes, totally absorbed. He had taken her hands and was now holding them above her head, as he pressed his lips onto hers with such force she could hardly breathe. The weight of his body on top of hers, was crushing her into the bed, but she didn't care. She had died and gone to heaven, 'who needs to breathe anyway?' She thought. She was so entranced by him, she didn't even notice he had released her hands, and was now running his own down along her side. He ran one softly over her breast, gently flicking the nipple with his thumb, causing her to arch her back into him. Buffy could feel him pressing into her, she wanted him, and desperately needed him. He was teasing her thoroughly, making her wait, and revelling in her pleasure and desire.
"Spike, I need you! I want you now!" She moaned as her ran his other hand up her thigh and across her heat. She could feel his erection grinding into her thigh and it was almost more than she could bear.
"Not yet baby," he whispered as he ran his tongue along her jaw line and down to her collarbone, gently nipping at her with his teeth, as she writhed beneath him. Her skin was hot and flushed and her breathing laboured, as he pushed himself on top of her, crushing her body with his. He didn't know how long he would last, she already had him so worked up, he was on the verge of losing control and she had barely touched him. Just being around her made him feel things he hadn't felt in years, feelings, emotions, memories that had been locked away in his mind for so long. He never thought he would be with her again, not like this.
"Spike, please!" She pleaded.
He couldn't fight it any longer and in one long stroke he was deep inside her. She cried out as he entered her, and Spike pulled her back into a passionate kiss, tongues battling against each other, as he moved inside her.
Dawn turned the television up.
"Oh my god! Are they boinking?" She exclaimed.
Faith smiled and took a sip of her morning coffee, extra strong to kick start the day.
"No Dawn, they are playing chequers!" She replied sarcastically rolling her eyes. The sound of something crashing to the floor came from the bedroom, 'there goes the bed side cabinet' Faith thought, 'good girl, I always knew she had it in her'.
Dawn picked at her breakfast. "It's like eight am! I am eating my breakfast and listening to my sister boink her mortal enemy, I am so scarred for life!" She squealed before turning the volume on the television up even more. Faith laughed, "Give the girl a break Dawn, it's been a long time, she needs a good seeing to if you know what I mean!" She wiggled raunchily in the armchair.
Dawn looked at her disgusted, "Oh my god Faith, that's gross!" She exclaimed.
"What's the big deal Dawnie, I mean it's not like you are exactly the vestal virgin is it?"
Dawn glared back at the brunette. "That is so not the point!" She was interrupted as the sound from the television, was pierced by Buffy's voice
"Oh god Spike! Don't stop! Please!" Followed by Spike slamming her hard against the bedroom door. The noise of them both coming together clearly sounding throughout the whole apartment.
"And I don't force her to listen to me!" She picked up her cereal bowl and stomped to her bedroom.
The two lovers slid slowly to the floor and Spike pulled Buffy into a soft embrace, gently nuzzling her neck. Buffy looked up and surveyed the wreckage that was her bedroom.
"Oops, looks like we missed the bed again!" She giggled before resting her head on his chest again. She jerked her head up.
"You don't think anyone heard us do you?" She said in a flustered manner. Spike looked at her and raised his eyebrows.
"No pet, you were quiet as a mouse," he lied before pulling her back in towards him.
He ran his fingers lightly up her back, caressing her skin. He couldn't touch her without feeling it, feeling the currents of electricity coming off them. It was just like it had always been before, they were right, they fitted.
He rested his forehead on hers.
"I've missed you so much, more than you can ever know." He whispered, trying to stop the words catching in his throat.
Buffy stroked his hair, "I know," she began, "I know because it was the same for me." She pulled his head up so she was looking into her eyes. "But now we don't have to miss each other any more, ever."