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tell me it was so I could improve!! This is possibly my last chap and its
got an evil cliff hanger so HAHA to you. I did warn you!!! So unless I get
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Authors note 2: God that sounds bitchy but its true! If no1 tells me what they think then I have no inspiration which either leads to shit chap or none at all.. Bloody vicious circle if u ask me!
Chap 19
Cool hands travel up my body, brushing against my skin, causing my breath to become hitched in my throat.
A light moan escapes my mouth as I feel lips against mine ever so gently, brushing back and forth as his hands continue to wander my body.
There's a shout in the distance and his touch seems to fade. I gasp at the loss of his touch and open my eyes to see the truth.
He has gone.
Or should I say, he wasn't there in the first place. I look down and find my own hands in the place where his had been, the bed sheets twisted awkwardly around my body. My breathing is hard and I look around the room in distress.
Fuck, I'm having sex dreams of Spike.
"BUUUFFFYYY" Comes another yell, its Dawn shouting from downstairs.
I turn and look at the clock. 1PM.
God I slept well.
Tousled and grumpy I make my way downstairs.
******
Bloody hell.
This strange sensation is running through my skin as I sit in the window of the lounge. Its almost like when I was a vampire, the feeling I'd get if I was close to stepping into daylight.
I shake it off and continue reading my newspaper, my eyes briefly scanning the page for any "demon" linked incidents.
I hear a creak on the stairs and glance up from my paper, instantly wishing I hadn't as my eyes meet with Buffy's, sending all kinds of pleasurable shock waves through my body.
Her hair is still ruffled from sleep and she stands still dressed in pyjama bottoms and a loose grey t-shirt. I wet my lips subconsciously and desperately try to avoid her eyes for she may see the need that's buried there.
I cough slightly and straighten the paper, concentrating on the task at hand rather than the beautiful body that has now stretched itself out on the settee just inches away from me.
Please. Give me strength.
And so she sits for what seems like forever, aimlessly flicking through channels on the telly, pausing every now and then to watch an afternoon programme.
Funny thing is though, is that I'm frozen. Stuck to the spot, transfixed in her, watching her as she yawns and stretches, reaches out to the table to drink from a glass of water, even watching as she laughs to a comical duo on the screen.
Darkness starts to seep in and my body subconsciously relaxes as it always does when night falls; a trait I have not lost from being a vampire.
Now she chooses to stir, looking up at me and smiling. "Fancy a patrol?" There's a glint of mischief in her eyes and it's a look I can't resist.
"Can't resist a good fight now can I luv?" I smile in response.
******
For the entire afternoon I chose to crash on the sofa. Its been a long time since I last pigged out and watched crap on tv, I think its within my right to continue it.
Spike sits with me for the entire afternoon, not moving from his chair where he read the paper. Every now and then I'd steal a glance at his silent form, his taught muscles showing beneath his tight black shirt.
Images fly back from the dream I had during the night.
God he is hot.
Before I know it, it has become dark outside and inside I feel disappointed that I now have to leave his presence for patrol. Or maybe not.
"Fancy a patrol?" And knowing Spike, I know he can't turn down a chance at some violence.
"Can't resist a good fight now can I luv" And he smiles that smile that instantly turns my knees weak.
******
As soon as I step outside, I know something is wrong.
Like there is an imbalance in things, something isn't quite right but its so small that I can't put my finger on it.
Without having to say a word, both Spike and I locate the group of vampires and know each other's intentions. That is what makes us good together; we know how the other fights.
So I take the two on the left and leave the last 3 for Spike, knowing well he can cope.
"Yeah you bloody run mate, ill have great fun catching you." He growls, as the fledgling tries to make a run for it.
I smile as he reaches her in no time, grasping her by the back of her collar and lifting her off the ground, chucking her towards a near by tree.
And so the fight continues until there is but one left.
"What do you think Spike?" I fold my arms across my chest and stare at the cornered vamp.
"Well he has good technique it's just. It's got to be said mate you do look a little gay in that hat."
With that I burst into hysterical laughter, leaning on Spike as I hear his low chuckle.
"BOO!" He takes a long stride towards the vamp and laughs with glee as it jumps a mile.
"Ah this one is fun." I smile. "But all fun has to end one day right Spike?" I smile up at him and he nods, throwing a stake without taking his eyes off me, his aim perfect as the vamp explodes into dust.
I laugh again, holding onto Spike's arms for support as I let the hysterics rack through my body. He holds the base of my arms with his hands and laughs along with me long and deep.
And finally when we stop I look up into those deep blue eyes and hold his gaze, unable to tear myself away from his deep pools.
His hands grip my arms slightly harder and I find myself stepping ever so closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, hearing him breathe ever so close to me.
Suddenly I feel shy and try to avert his gaze, looking everywhere but at him. I don't last long.
His arms move up my arms and around my waist, warming my cool body and causing a slight smile to appear on my features.
God I want this more that anything in the world.
And I'm back looking at his face, at his finely chiselled cheekbones, those beautiful eyes, and those luscious lips.
If only I could just.
******
Here it is mate, its now or never.
She is willingly in your arms, she hasn't run yet and she is holding your gaze and unless I'm terribly mistaken she has just taken a step towards you.
Do it.
Go on.
What's the worse that could happen?
Within moments my mind is made up and I'm making that painstakingly slow journey, my head tilting to one side as I bring my head closer to hers, going in for the kiss I've been dying for for such a long time. I am so close to her now, her breath skims against my cheek, I can hear her heart rate increasing.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!" My head shoots up and unconsciously I let her go, taking a step back from the slayer to meet.
OH FUCK
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Authors note 2: God that sounds bitchy but its true! If no1 tells me what they think then I have no inspiration which either leads to shit chap or none at all.. Bloody vicious circle if u ask me!
Chap 19
Cool hands travel up my body, brushing against my skin, causing my breath to become hitched in my throat.
A light moan escapes my mouth as I feel lips against mine ever so gently, brushing back and forth as his hands continue to wander my body.
There's a shout in the distance and his touch seems to fade. I gasp at the loss of his touch and open my eyes to see the truth.
He has gone.
Or should I say, he wasn't there in the first place. I look down and find my own hands in the place where his had been, the bed sheets twisted awkwardly around my body. My breathing is hard and I look around the room in distress.
Fuck, I'm having sex dreams of Spike.
"BUUUFFFYYY" Comes another yell, its Dawn shouting from downstairs.
I turn and look at the clock. 1PM.
God I slept well.
Tousled and grumpy I make my way downstairs.
******
Bloody hell.
This strange sensation is running through my skin as I sit in the window of the lounge. Its almost like when I was a vampire, the feeling I'd get if I was close to stepping into daylight.
I shake it off and continue reading my newspaper, my eyes briefly scanning the page for any "demon" linked incidents.
I hear a creak on the stairs and glance up from my paper, instantly wishing I hadn't as my eyes meet with Buffy's, sending all kinds of pleasurable shock waves through my body.
Her hair is still ruffled from sleep and she stands still dressed in pyjama bottoms and a loose grey t-shirt. I wet my lips subconsciously and desperately try to avoid her eyes for she may see the need that's buried there.
I cough slightly and straighten the paper, concentrating on the task at hand rather than the beautiful body that has now stretched itself out on the settee just inches away from me.
Please. Give me strength.
And so she sits for what seems like forever, aimlessly flicking through channels on the telly, pausing every now and then to watch an afternoon programme.
Funny thing is though, is that I'm frozen. Stuck to the spot, transfixed in her, watching her as she yawns and stretches, reaches out to the table to drink from a glass of water, even watching as she laughs to a comical duo on the screen.
Darkness starts to seep in and my body subconsciously relaxes as it always does when night falls; a trait I have not lost from being a vampire.
Now she chooses to stir, looking up at me and smiling. "Fancy a patrol?" There's a glint of mischief in her eyes and it's a look I can't resist.
"Can't resist a good fight now can I luv?" I smile in response.
******
For the entire afternoon I chose to crash on the sofa. Its been a long time since I last pigged out and watched crap on tv, I think its within my right to continue it.
Spike sits with me for the entire afternoon, not moving from his chair where he read the paper. Every now and then I'd steal a glance at his silent form, his taught muscles showing beneath his tight black shirt.
Images fly back from the dream I had during the night.
God he is hot.
Before I know it, it has become dark outside and inside I feel disappointed that I now have to leave his presence for patrol. Or maybe not.
"Fancy a patrol?" And knowing Spike, I know he can't turn down a chance at some violence.
"Can't resist a good fight now can I luv" And he smiles that smile that instantly turns my knees weak.
******
As soon as I step outside, I know something is wrong.
Like there is an imbalance in things, something isn't quite right but its so small that I can't put my finger on it.
Without having to say a word, both Spike and I locate the group of vampires and know each other's intentions. That is what makes us good together; we know how the other fights.
So I take the two on the left and leave the last 3 for Spike, knowing well he can cope.
"Yeah you bloody run mate, ill have great fun catching you." He growls, as the fledgling tries to make a run for it.
I smile as he reaches her in no time, grasping her by the back of her collar and lifting her off the ground, chucking her towards a near by tree.
And so the fight continues until there is but one left.
"What do you think Spike?" I fold my arms across my chest and stare at the cornered vamp.
"Well he has good technique it's just. It's got to be said mate you do look a little gay in that hat."
With that I burst into hysterical laughter, leaning on Spike as I hear his low chuckle.
"BOO!" He takes a long stride towards the vamp and laughs with glee as it jumps a mile.
"Ah this one is fun." I smile. "But all fun has to end one day right Spike?" I smile up at him and he nods, throwing a stake without taking his eyes off me, his aim perfect as the vamp explodes into dust.
I laugh again, holding onto Spike's arms for support as I let the hysterics rack through my body. He holds the base of my arms with his hands and laughs along with me long and deep.
And finally when we stop I look up into those deep blue eyes and hold his gaze, unable to tear myself away from his deep pools.
His hands grip my arms slightly harder and I find myself stepping ever so closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, hearing him breathe ever so close to me.
Suddenly I feel shy and try to avert his gaze, looking everywhere but at him. I don't last long.
His arms move up my arms and around my waist, warming my cool body and causing a slight smile to appear on my features.
God I want this more that anything in the world.
And I'm back looking at his face, at his finely chiselled cheekbones, those beautiful eyes, and those luscious lips.
If only I could just.
******
Here it is mate, its now or never.
She is willingly in your arms, she hasn't run yet and she is holding your gaze and unless I'm terribly mistaken she has just taken a step towards you.
Do it.
Go on.
What's the worse that could happen?
Within moments my mind is made up and I'm making that painstakingly slow journey, my head tilting to one side as I bring my head closer to hers, going in for the kiss I've been dying for for such a long time. I am so close to her now, her breath skims against my cheek, I can hear her heart rate increasing.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!" My head shoots up and unconsciously I let her go, taking a step back from the slayer to meet.
OH FUCK
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