She drops her bags at the entrance way, not bothering to close the
door as I walk in behind her. My pet takes a few apprehensive steps in and
doesn't blink as I flip on the light switch.
The blinds are closed and the sun's about to rise.
Her gaze tentatively take in her soundings. That emerald fire in her eyes becoming green orbs of curiosity. The flat is fine enough. Small and compact, we're standing in the living space that connects to a side kitchen. Beyond the one door is a bedroom with a king sized bed.
Plan to get good use out of that once the Slayer decides to speak to me.
Hasn't said a bloody word since I told her where we were going. And that uneasiness doesn't come from walking out on her husband, but being closer to that bloody grandsire of mine.
Suddenly she turns around to face me, something of an epiphany playing in her eyes. "Do you want me?" She speaks with a hushed tone, as though she's treading on the dark side. Which in all fairness she is, but she's not afraid, at least, not anymore.
"Bloody hell yeah." I let an unnecessary breath as her form moves seductively toward me. Her hands come to rest on my hips, thumbs hooked over the jean loops. I feel my erection press painfully against the course material of my pants.
Times like these I fucking despise clothes.
I'm contemplating how fast I can get both garments, hers and mine off before I burst with lust. I need to be in her heat some time soon, but her mouth has come crashing above mine and I stop thinking then.
My borrowed blood is moving swiftly downward.
Her hands move up under my shirt and carefully peel it up over my head. Much more careful then the last time. I return the favor by wrapping my hands up under her back, letting my fingers travel up to play with the clasp of her bra.
She shivers against my cold touch, but she loves it. And that's not just an observation, she's getting wet.
"Pet," I smile greedily as she parts from the kiss to take a breath. Only thing I miss bout Dru, vampires got no need for oxygen. Then again, if she didn't need to gasp for air, then my touch wouldn't drive her this crazy. "I'll give you anything you want, just tell me." I'm holding her tight, or at least trying to but she's pushed back a bit so I can meet her gaze. There's a wicked grin playing on her lips. Her head shakes, and I let my eyes be consumed with lust and want.
"Love ya so much pet, so bleeding much. . ." I mummer as she kneels in front of her me, eyes intent on my jeans buckle.
I give a low chuckle while her fingers free my cock. She's no pro by any means but her hands around my shaft make me want come right there. The only thing stopping me is she's in position to have me in between her lips. Excitement wears off bloody quick though as my pet is fumbling, like she doesn't know what to do with the cock in her hands.
"You done this before luv?"
She looks up suddenly as though I've offended her. "I'm 21, you think I've never given a blow job?"
I shrug. "Then what's keeping ya?"
Her eyes send me a last infuriated look. "Trying to decide if you deserve it Spike." She growls low, but I can know there's that smile under all that Slayer pride.
Just as I'm about to walk he though the bloody procedure out of pure impatience I feel heat surround my dick. Never had a human go down on me like this, always was Dru and as good as she was, it was never this good.
Buffy takes me in slow, letting her tongue slide along the base. A hand comes to caress my balls and I buck against her, which I can tell startles her. I'll believe that she's done this before, but never with anyone but that soldier boy of hers.
I bring a hand down to play with her hair. Love her hair I do, all thick and gold. She likes when I touch it. "Relax your throat pet." It's an effort to get the words out as even without her deepthroating it's still bloody amazing.
She doesn't want to leave what she's started, but I know she wants to say something. And even as much as I'm curios to know, if she leaves what she's started I'm not sure I could keep from forcing her to keep going.
But she keeps going, and she's taken what I said to heart and I'm sliding even deeper past those tiny lips. Whatever it is about Slayer, but they can handle anything that they put their minds to.
And I've shut my eyes out of pure bliss. Her tongue is playing along the bottom of my cock as she take me in and out. Hands lightly playing with my balls, tiny touches like she's nervous bout what she's doing. But all that heat, I've never been this close without coming yet and it's because I'm holding out. Don't live as long as I do without learning how not to come, and it's times like these where you know if you do hit it you'll lose the bliss.
Don't know if I'll have this kind of physical pleasure again.
Then again, with her having run away to me and her being feeling only safe in my arms. . . maybe my bloody fantasies can come true.
And it's that thought that sends me over the edge.
I had thought maybe spilling my seed down her throat would be to much and I could pull back before I climaxed. But it came to fast and it was to bloody fantastic for me to even think straight. I can't see the pleasure is so strong and I only faintly realize that she's drinking down what I've spilled out.
Once I come down from the high, which is a bloody shame really, I collapse on the floor across from a panting Slayer.
"That was bloody fantastic Slayer." I breath out, my cock still half hard and my body brimming with need.
She smiles seductively and wipes away a drop of my cum that was still on her lips.
God I could spill my seed again just seeing that, such a bleeding fantastic sight.
Next what she does is she crawls over to me and sets herself in my lap. She's straddling me fine and my erection props up again right at her ass. Doesn't mind though as she takes a hand and runs it over my chin. Nothing on her face, but I can read it all in her eyes.
She wants this, she likes this.
And with that understanding between us, she takes me into a searing kiss that's even more intense then anything else. It's her giving up her old life and embracing this, taking me in. Maybe it's that dead poet in me, but she tastes like honey and vanilla and her body feels like pillows and feathers.
Maybe this vampire will have a chance to be happy after all.
Maybe I'll be able to make her happy.
A/N I'll have you know, I was sick with an extensive case of phenomena, yeah. . . so it made writing this kind of hard.
The blinds are closed and the sun's about to rise.
Her gaze tentatively take in her soundings. That emerald fire in her eyes becoming green orbs of curiosity. The flat is fine enough. Small and compact, we're standing in the living space that connects to a side kitchen. Beyond the one door is a bedroom with a king sized bed.
Plan to get good use out of that once the Slayer decides to speak to me.
Hasn't said a bloody word since I told her where we were going. And that uneasiness doesn't come from walking out on her husband, but being closer to that bloody grandsire of mine.
Suddenly she turns around to face me, something of an epiphany playing in her eyes. "Do you want me?" She speaks with a hushed tone, as though she's treading on the dark side. Which in all fairness she is, but she's not afraid, at least, not anymore.
"Bloody hell yeah." I let an unnecessary breath as her form moves seductively toward me. Her hands come to rest on my hips, thumbs hooked over the jean loops. I feel my erection press painfully against the course material of my pants.
Times like these I fucking despise clothes.
I'm contemplating how fast I can get both garments, hers and mine off before I burst with lust. I need to be in her heat some time soon, but her mouth has come crashing above mine and I stop thinking then.
My borrowed blood is moving swiftly downward.
Her hands move up under my shirt and carefully peel it up over my head. Much more careful then the last time. I return the favor by wrapping my hands up under her back, letting my fingers travel up to play with the clasp of her bra.
She shivers against my cold touch, but she loves it. And that's not just an observation, she's getting wet.
"Pet," I smile greedily as she parts from the kiss to take a breath. Only thing I miss bout Dru, vampires got no need for oxygen. Then again, if she didn't need to gasp for air, then my touch wouldn't drive her this crazy. "I'll give you anything you want, just tell me." I'm holding her tight, or at least trying to but she's pushed back a bit so I can meet her gaze. There's a wicked grin playing on her lips. Her head shakes, and I let my eyes be consumed with lust and want.
"Love ya so much pet, so bleeding much. . ." I mummer as she kneels in front of her me, eyes intent on my jeans buckle.
I give a low chuckle while her fingers free my cock. She's no pro by any means but her hands around my shaft make me want come right there. The only thing stopping me is she's in position to have me in between her lips. Excitement wears off bloody quick though as my pet is fumbling, like she doesn't know what to do with the cock in her hands.
"You done this before luv?"
She looks up suddenly as though I've offended her. "I'm 21, you think I've never given a blow job?"
I shrug. "Then what's keeping ya?"
Her eyes send me a last infuriated look. "Trying to decide if you deserve it Spike." She growls low, but I can know there's that smile under all that Slayer pride.
Just as I'm about to walk he though the bloody procedure out of pure impatience I feel heat surround my dick. Never had a human go down on me like this, always was Dru and as good as she was, it was never this good.
Buffy takes me in slow, letting her tongue slide along the base. A hand comes to caress my balls and I buck against her, which I can tell startles her. I'll believe that she's done this before, but never with anyone but that soldier boy of hers.
I bring a hand down to play with her hair. Love her hair I do, all thick and gold. She likes when I touch it. "Relax your throat pet." It's an effort to get the words out as even without her deepthroating it's still bloody amazing.
She doesn't want to leave what she's started, but I know she wants to say something. And even as much as I'm curios to know, if she leaves what she's started I'm not sure I could keep from forcing her to keep going.
But she keeps going, and she's taken what I said to heart and I'm sliding even deeper past those tiny lips. Whatever it is about Slayer, but they can handle anything that they put their minds to.
And I've shut my eyes out of pure bliss. Her tongue is playing along the bottom of my cock as she take me in and out. Hands lightly playing with my balls, tiny touches like she's nervous bout what she's doing. But all that heat, I've never been this close without coming yet and it's because I'm holding out. Don't live as long as I do without learning how not to come, and it's times like these where you know if you do hit it you'll lose the bliss.
Don't know if I'll have this kind of physical pleasure again.
Then again, with her having run away to me and her being feeling only safe in my arms. . . maybe my bloody fantasies can come true.
And it's that thought that sends me over the edge.
I had thought maybe spilling my seed down her throat would be to much and I could pull back before I climaxed. But it came to fast and it was to bloody fantastic for me to even think straight. I can't see the pleasure is so strong and I only faintly realize that she's drinking down what I've spilled out.
Once I come down from the high, which is a bloody shame really, I collapse on the floor across from a panting Slayer.
"That was bloody fantastic Slayer." I breath out, my cock still half hard and my body brimming with need.
She smiles seductively and wipes away a drop of my cum that was still on her lips.
God I could spill my seed again just seeing that, such a bleeding fantastic sight.
Next what she does is she crawls over to me and sets herself in my lap. She's straddling me fine and my erection props up again right at her ass. Doesn't mind though as she takes a hand and runs it over my chin. Nothing on her face, but I can read it all in her eyes.
She wants this, she likes this.
And with that understanding between us, she takes me into a searing kiss that's even more intense then anything else. It's her giving up her old life and embracing this, taking me in. Maybe it's that dead poet in me, but she tastes like honey and vanilla and her body feels like pillows and feathers.
Maybe this vampire will have a chance to be happy after all.
Maybe I'll be able to make her happy.
A/N I'll have you know, I was sick with an extensive case of phenomena, yeah. . . so it made writing this kind of hard.