Chapter 4: The Morning After
Spike's hands instinctively flew to her hips, pulling her against him. Her hands moved up to entwine in his bleached curls. She felt his tongue graze her lips and involuntarily opened her mouth to him. He slipped his tongue inside the satiny heat of her mouth. She moaned when she felt his erection against her abdomen. He moved his mouth to the skin just below her ear, dropping kisses along her jaw bone as he went.
"My place?" he whispered huskily. If it was possible, his British accent sounded even sexier when he was drunk. She nodded jerkily and he grabbed her by the hand, dragging her out of the nightclub. Spike hauled her down the damp sidewalk toward a shabby-looking apartment building. Evidently, it had rained a little bit while they were in the club.
He roughly yanked the door to the building open and pulled her inside. They stumbled drunkenly up the stairs to the second floor. He stopped in front of a door that was covered in peeling blue paint, then shoved his hand in his pocket, digging around for his key. Once Spike had located the key, he thrust it in the lock and pushed the door open. He followed her inside. She looked around.
From the rest of the building, you never would have guessed how nice Spike's apartment was on the inside. Black leather sofa, plush dark green carpeting. Very tasteful. But Buffy really wasn't concentrating on the decorating. She turned to face Spike.
"Bedroom?"
"Upstairs. First door on the left." She nodded and he followed her up the maple staircase to the walkway that led to Spike's bedroom. Spike's bed. She pushed open the correct door and stumbled into the room.
He immediately backed her against a wall, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. She ground her hips against him and he pushed her shirt up over her breasts. She moaned when he lowered his head and placed lazy, wet kisses over her skin. He rubbed circles over one breast as he licked and kissed the other. Her fingers tunneled into his hair, dragging his lips up her neck to meet hers in a bruising kiss.
He groaned her name and pulled her tube top over her head. It joined his tee on the floor and she fumbled mindlessly with the snap of his jeans. He pushed her onto the bed, unzipping her jeans as her head hit the pillow. He pulled the pants down over her hips and knelt between her knees. She gazed up at him, green eyes flashing with desire as his fingers found her.
"Oh, God.," she moaned into the pillow. His thumb expertly pressed against her clit as his middle finger moved inside her. His free hand lightly pushed against her abdomen, slowly moving up her stomach to brush over her breast. Her breathing became ragged as her climax mounted. She cried out, shuddering violently when she came. He withdrew his fingers from her and she looked up into his intense blue eyes. She pulled him down and kissed him, opening her mouth to allow him entrance. His tongue swept through the silky warmth. She ground her knee against his groin and he groaned. Buffy pushed Spike's jeans down his legs and kicked them off the bed. He spread her thighs further apart, and her eyes fluttered closed as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Open your eyes," he growled. Only when she forced herself to gaze directly into his eyes did he thrust into her. She screamed and dug her nails into his shoulders. He pulled almost completely out of her before delving back into her. "Say my name." He kissed her neck.
"Sp.Spike.," she whimpered.
"God, Buffy. You're so.tight.hot." She let herself get wrapped up in it. The pleasure. Her hands moved over his glistening, sweat-slicked muscles as he pushed into her. She felt another orgasm spiraling through her, almost reaching its peak. She would have cried out when she climaxed, but he smothered her moan with a passionate kiss as he exploded inside her.
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Buffy groaned and slowly opened her eyes. Her headache was unbearable. She rubbed her eyes, trying to remember where she was.
"Oh, God," came a raspy voice from beside her. She looked over to see Spike sitting up in bed, glaring down at her. Her eyes widened. He was topless, presumably naked under the bedsheets. She looked down at herself. Also naked under bedsheets.
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God," she whimpered.
Cloudy flashes of her memory returned in bits and pieces. Spike kissing her neck. Spike taking off her clothes. Spike giving her the best damn orgasm of her life.
"Bloody hell," Spike growled. He ripped the covers off of him and looked frantically around for any trace of his clothes. Spotting jeans near the end of the bed, he yanked them on.
"This can't be happening," Buffy whispered softly, trying to shake the cobwebs from her brain.
"Yeah, love, well, it can and is. Get dressed." He roughly tossed a scrap of her clothing at her, running a hand through his blond curls, a demonstration of his obvious stressed-out state. She hauled her shirt over her head and visually searched the room for her panties and jeans. She spotted the missing articles of clothing near the door to the bedroom and jerked the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around her waist as she went to pick them up. "Little late for modesty now, pet." She glared at him.
"Screw you."
"Been there, done that." He scratched his neck melodramatically. "I think. Don't really remember too much. Guess it wasn't really that memorable," he looked pointedly into her flashing green eyes. She ignored his insulting comment.
"You know, this is all your fault," she accused, doing up her jeans and yanking the door open. His eyes widened.
"My fault? My fault? You were there too, Buffy." She flinched at Spike's use of her first name. It was the first time he'd actually called her that.when they weren't having hot, naked sex.
"Yeah, but you hit on me first. I think.," she added softly, flying down the stairs to his living room.
"How would you sodding know? You don't remember any more of last night than I do!"
"Yeah, well, still. It's more than likely that you initiated.it." She frowned as she crossed to the door.
"Why? Can't admit to yourself that maybe you're attracted to me, can you? You wish you could remember every bit of what happened last night. Savor every moment." She flipped him the finger and slammed the door shut as she ran out of his apartment.
Spike's hands instinctively flew to her hips, pulling her against him. Her hands moved up to entwine in his bleached curls. She felt his tongue graze her lips and involuntarily opened her mouth to him. He slipped his tongue inside the satiny heat of her mouth. She moaned when she felt his erection against her abdomen. He moved his mouth to the skin just below her ear, dropping kisses along her jaw bone as he went.
"My place?" he whispered huskily. If it was possible, his British accent sounded even sexier when he was drunk. She nodded jerkily and he grabbed her by the hand, dragging her out of the nightclub. Spike hauled her down the damp sidewalk toward a shabby-looking apartment building. Evidently, it had rained a little bit while they were in the club.
He roughly yanked the door to the building open and pulled her inside. They stumbled drunkenly up the stairs to the second floor. He stopped in front of a door that was covered in peeling blue paint, then shoved his hand in his pocket, digging around for his key. Once Spike had located the key, he thrust it in the lock and pushed the door open. He followed her inside. She looked around.
From the rest of the building, you never would have guessed how nice Spike's apartment was on the inside. Black leather sofa, plush dark green carpeting. Very tasteful. But Buffy really wasn't concentrating on the decorating. She turned to face Spike.
"Bedroom?"
"Upstairs. First door on the left." She nodded and he followed her up the maple staircase to the walkway that led to Spike's bedroom. Spike's bed. She pushed open the correct door and stumbled into the room.
He immediately backed her against a wall, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. She ground her hips against him and he pushed her shirt up over her breasts. She moaned when he lowered his head and placed lazy, wet kisses over her skin. He rubbed circles over one breast as he licked and kissed the other. Her fingers tunneled into his hair, dragging his lips up her neck to meet hers in a bruising kiss.
He groaned her name and pulled her tube top over her head. It joined his tee on the floor and she fumbled mindlessly with the snap of his jeans. He pushed her onto the bed, unzipping her jeans as her head hit the pillow. He pulled the pants down over her hips and knelt between her knees. She gazed up at him, green eyes flashing with desire as his fingers found her.
"Oh, God.," she moaned into the pillow. His thumb expertly pressed against her clit as his middle finger moved inside her. His free hand lightly pushed against her abdomen, slowly moving up her stomach to brush over her breast. Her breathing became ragged as her climax mounted. She cried out, shuddering violently when she came. He withdrew his fingers from her and she looked up into his intense blue eyes. She pulled him down and kissed him, opening her mouth to allow him entrance. His tongue swept through the silky warmth. She ground her knee against his groin and he groaned. Buffy pushed Spike's jeans down his legs and kicked them off the bed. He spread her thighs further apart, and her eyes fluttered closed as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Open your eyes," he growled. Only when she forced herself to gaze directly into his eyes did he thrust into her. She screamed and dug her nails into his shoulders. He pulled almost completely out of her before delving back into her. "Say my name." He kissed her neck.
"Sp.Spike.," she whimpered.
"God, Buffy. You're so.tight.hot." She let herself get wrapped up in it. The pleasure. Her hands moved over his glistening, sweat-slicked muscles as he pushed into her. She felt another orgasm spiraling through her, almost reaching its peak. She would have cried out when she climaxed, but he smothered her moan with a passionate kiss as he exploded inside her.
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Buffy groaned and slowly opened her eyes. Her headache was unbearable. She rubbed her eyes, trying to remember where she was.
"Oh, God," came a raspy voice from beside her. She looked over to see Spike sitting up in bed, glaring down at her. Her eyes widened. He was topless, presumably naked under the bedsheets. She looked down at herself. Also naked under bedsheets.
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God," she whimpered.
Cloudy flashes of her memory returned in bits and pieces. Spike kissing her neck. Spike taking off her clothes. Spike giving her the best damn orgasm of her life.
"Bloody hell," Spike growled. He ripped the covers off of him and looked frantically around for any trace of his clothes. Spotting jeans near the end of the bed, he yanked them on.
"This can't be happening," Buffy whispered softly, trying to shake the cobwebs from her brain.
"Yeah, love, well, it can and is. Get dressed." He roughly tossed a scrap of her clothing at her, running a hand through his blond curls, a demonstration of his obvious stressed-out state. She hauled her shirt over her head and visually searched the room for her panties and jeans. She spotted the missing articles of clothing near the door to the bedroom and jerked the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around her waist as she went to pick them up. "Little late for modesty now, pet." She glared at him.
"Screw you."
"Been there, done that." He scratched his neck melodramatically. "I think. Don't really remember too much. Guess it wasn't really that memorable," he looked pointedly into her flashing green eyes. She ignored his insulting comment.
"You know, this is all your fault," she accused, doing up her jeans and yanking the door open. His eyes widened.
"My fault? My fault? You were there too, Buffy." She flinched at Spike's use of her first name. It was the first time he'd actually called her that.when they weren't having hot, naked sex.
"Yeah, but you hit on me first. I think.," she added softly, flying down the stairs to his living room.
"How would you sodding know? You don't remember any more of last night than I do!"
"Yeah, well, still. It's more than likely that you initiated.it." She frowned as she crossed to the door.
"Why? Can't admit to yourself that maybe you're attracted to me, can you? You wish you could remember every bit of what happened last night. Savor every moment." She flipped him the finger and slammed the door shut as she ran out of his apartment.