A/N: Sorry about the long delay…..my comp has completely quit so now I am in search of internet time where available.
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Chapter 18: Slice of Heaven
Buffy awoke slowly, a delicious feeling rolling through her stomach and sending sparks straight to her core. It felt like someone was caressing her all over her body, across her breasts, down her stomach, threading through her dark nest of curls and into…OH MY!
The feeling of two fingers pressing into her wet center shot her awake and Spike immediately pulled her back against his bare chest. He reached around her and lifted a leg across his hips and slid back into his slice of heaven. She looked over her shoulder at him, and their eyes met as he slowly began to thrust. Spike kissed her shoulder and kept eye contact with Buffy. He kept his thrusts slow and measured, aware of her soreness from the night before.
The heat built slowly, not like the out-of-control inferno it had been last night. Now, the lovers focused only on one another and the responses of their bodies. Spike moved his hands around Buffy's body and watched her face contort with pleasure. She would hiss between her teeth when he found a particularly ticklish spot, and smile and gasp when he brushed a sensitive spot. As his fingers roamed her soft skin, Spike broke eye contact and nibbled and suckled her back and shoulders.
He kissed the spot between her shoulder blades and she arched back against him, forcing him out and when she relaxed again, he slipped smoothly back inside her. This continued for several minutes until Spike's breathing got harsh and Buffy whimpered under her breath. Spike smoothly rolled so that he rose above Buffy and continued to thrust into her heat, faster and faster until they were both flying. Buffy fell first and Spike quickly followed, shouting her name. They lay on his bed, satisfied and replete, for now.
As soon as he got feeling back into his body, Spike moved so that he wasn't crushing Buffy with the weight of his body. He propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over to trace Buffy's stomach, a tender look on his face. Cor, she's so beautiful, how'd I get so bloody lucky?
Buffy smiled up and Spike and traced the features of his face. Last night had been absolutely perfect, and even though she didn't know any different, she knew that Spike was definitely one-of-a-kind.
The new lovers lay intertwined in bed for awhile until Spike broke the silence. "You hungry, pet?"
Buffy thought about it for a minute, and then her stomach rumbled. She blushed. "Yeah, guess I am a little hungry."
Spike smirked at her. "No surprise, luv, you gave us both quite a workout."
Buffy blushed bright red and Spike laughed at her softly. "It's not a bad thing, luv, I was just trying to lighten the mood a little." He looked at her seriously. "I didn't hurt you last night, did I?"
Buffy shook her head. "No, you asked me last night, remember? It only hurt for a little bit, then it felt wonderful." She thought about that for a minute, and then blushed again.
Spike smiled, but said nothing. The poor girl was going to give herself a heart attack if she didn't lighten up soon. Swinging to the side of the bed, Spike pulled on boxers and a tee shirt. He remembered that Buffy's clothes were down in the living room, somewhere, so he threw her another black tee shirt and a pair of shorts. She pulled the clothes on and was practically swimming in them. He laughed and she gave him a shove.
They walked downstairs, pushing and shoving the entire way. When the reached the living room, Spike gathered up Buffy's clothes and set them in a small pile. Then he pulled her into the kitchen and began to make breakfast.
Buffy looked at the clock on the microwave, it was ten o'clock. "Holy shit!" she yelled. "I need to call home before my mother has an aneurysm or something."
Spike handed her the phone and Buffy walked into the living room with it. She dialed her home and waited, a pit forming in her stomach.
"Hello?" Shit, her mom answered first, now she couldn't just leave a message with A.J to pass onto her mom.
"Hi, mom, it's me," Buffy said.
"Buffy, where are you? You didn't come home last night?" Joyce sounded a little dazed and Buffy wondered if her mother had just woken up.
"No, mom, I didn't. I'll tell you everything when I get home, I just wanted to call and let you know that I'm okay," Buffy said and crossed her fingers.
"Well, okay, honey, I guess I'll talk to you when you get home," Joyce replied and Buffy pumped a fist in the air. At least she didn't ask about Spike.
"Oh and Buffy," Joyce said, "Tell Spike I said good morning." She hung up. Buffy stared at the phone for a minute then laughed, busted by mom, oh well.
Buffy skipped back into the kitchen and smiled at what she found. Spike was standing in front of the stove, cooking breakfast, and looking oh-so yummy doing it. His hair was rumpled at his clothes wrinkled, but Buffy didn't think she'd ever seen someone look so damn sexy. Still smiling, Buffy walked up behind him and slipped her arms around his waist and pillowed her face against the rippling muscles of his back.
Spike felt her arms encircle him and, after checking on the food, he turned and wrapped his own arms around her. She let out a sigh, her breath blowing across his tee-shirt. Spike smiled and kissed the top of her head.
"Go sit down, ducks, and I'll bring you some food when it's ready," he said and turned her toward the table.
Buffy sat, but was too antsy to sit for too long. This was such a new experience for her, she wanted to move around and expend some of the energy fowling through her. She got up and walked though Spike's kitchen, poking into all the nooks and crannies. Spike watched her but said nothing. She continued her exploration of his house into the living room. She'd seen it last night, but not very well and now Buffy wanted to take a better look. The couch they sat on last night, she blushed at the memory, was under some large windows, covered by shades. Buffy wanted to look outside, and maybe announce to the world what had happened, so she climbed onto the couch and threw the drapes open. And screamed.
Spike heard her scream from the kitchen, and felt his heart stop. Just like the night in the parking lot, he dropped everything and ran to her. She had collapsed back onto the couch and was staring at something on the window.
Spike knelt down beside her. "Luv, you okay? What happened? Pet, tell me what happened."
Buffy didn't say anything, she just pointed to the window. Spike looked up and swore roundly and profusely.
Taped to the window was a blood-red rose. The thorns were cut off, and a note was attached to the bottom. Spike looked at Buffy and spoke quietly and slowly. "Luv, I'm going to go outside and get the flower. Then I'm going to call the police. Okay, luv, just wait here for me."
Buffy nodded, and Spike gave her a gentle squeeze. He walked to the door and stepped outside. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shinning and a slight breeze blew. Now, however, the day was tainted, soured by some unknown person and their vengeance. Walking carefully to the window, Spike looked around for anything out of the ordinary. He felt like a cheap cop imitation, but something had to be done.
He reached the rose and pulled it away from the window. Giving Buffy a reassuring look, he pulled the note away from the flower and set it down. He opened the note and a Polaroid picture fell out. He glanced at it and cursed again. It was a picture of him and Buffy caught mid-coitus the night before.
"Stupid bloody, buggering, pillock. When I catch you, I'm going to rip you bloody balls off and shove them up your ass," Spike said as he read the note. It was a simple note, but it had his blood running hot.
I'm impressed, William.
A/N: until next time, my pretties
