Chapter 9: Snuggly
"Oh, God. . .Wow," Spike said breathlessly, in between gasps of air. Buffy slid off of him and curled up next to him, the post-orgasm color slowly fading from her cheeks.
"I. . .," she took in a deep breath, "agree." He sighed contentedly.
"You do realize that it's completely pointless to try and pretend there's no attraction between us," he stated, dropping a light kiss into her sweat- dampened blonde hair. She fiddled with one of his bleached curls.
"Yeah," she admitted, gazing up into his beautiful blue eyes. "You're right." She grinned slowly. "For once." He raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, that's how it is, eh?" He playfully pinched her ass beneath the bed sheet. She squealed, jumping slightly in his arms. He laughed. "You know what I think we should do?" He lightly bit into her shoulder.
"What?" He dragged his tongue up her skin to nibble her earlobe. She gasped.
"I think we should keep sleeping together." She smiled in spite of Spike brushing his thumb over her nipple. She whimpered softly.
"Oh, yeah?" He laughed against her damp skin. His breath lightly tickled her skin.
"Yeah, love. I mean, just until we burn ourselves out."
"You mean until we stop wanting each other?" she clarified. She couldn't imagine not wanting Spike. Not wanting him near her. Not wanting his lips on her skin. Not wanting to feel his delicious weight on top of her. . .
"Sure. It's bound to happen, right?" She swallowed when she felt his fingers trail down her stomach, softly stroking her pliable skin. He kissed her neck.
"Right. Just. . .uh. . .T-temporary lust. Lust. That's all."
"Mmm hmm," he grunted. "Just lust. Right."
"Right."
Without warning, his fingertips were replaced by his lips. His hand lightly caressed her knee and he licked the inside of her thigh. He grinned when he felt her shudder. He traced the lips of her sex with his tongue and she moaned. His hand moved to her hip bone and he tickled it lightly. Her hands moved to his muscled forearms. His tongue expertly circled the sensitive bead of flesh he sought and she dug her nails painfully into his skin, but he didn't mind. He didn't even notice. He was otherwise occupied. Finally, his tongue moved between her lips, greeted by a warm rush of liquid. Her breathing immediately became shaky.
"Oh, God. . .Spike. . ."
The feel of his tongue inside of her became to much, but just as she was about to climax he stilled all movement, allowing her to come down from the peak before she was pushed completely over. Only once her breathing had calmed did he resume motion. He slowly brought her close to the edge again, but for a second time, he halted just short of her orgasm.
"Spike, please," she begged. He grinned.
"Please what?" he growled, moving slowly up her flushed body to look her in the eye.
"Dammit, Spike," Buffy groaned. He moved his hips between her thighs and she felt the hard length of him pressing against her.
"Say it, Buffy," he commanded sternly.
"Spike . . .," she whimpered.
"Say it," he said again.
"God, Spike, I need you inside me. Please."
Smiling in satisfaction, he reached to the nightstand next to the bed and grabbed a condom, unwrapping it and slipping it on. He pushed himself deep inside of her. She groaned and arched into him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull his lips down onto hers. He drove into her again and again as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, seeking hers.
"Cor," he whispered. "Buffy, you're so. . .wet. . .and tight. . ." His erotic words gave her the final shove, sending her spiraling into ecstasy, shattering like a fine crystal glass.
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"Spike," Buffy whined, trying to push his arm from around her waist. "Spike, let me go." He grumbled something incoherently, pulling her back against his chest. "I have to go to work."
"No, you don't."
"It's Monday morning. I'm already going to be late. Daddy's gunna yell at me."
"Aw, poor baby," Spike teased, kissing her behind the ear. He happened to glance at the clock on her nightstand while he fiddled with a stray blonde wisp of her hair. He stiffened. "Oh, shit. I gotta go, pet. I'm supposed to meet Xander and the guys for brunch. You know. Talk shop." She snorted.
"Oh, so I can't leave when you get snuggly, but it's okay for you to bail on me?" He paused.
"Exactly." She rolled her eyes as they each slid out of the bed. He began searching for his socks.
"I have to take a shower." She moved to the door of the bathroom that adjoined to her room. He shot her a rakish grin.
"Am I invited?" She giggled when he wiggled his eyebrows comically. When he wasn't insulting her and her family, she almost liked him. Almost.
"Not this time, sparky. I really have to hurry."
"I'm always up for a quicky."
"No." He sighed in defeat, pulling on his shirt.
"I. . .uh. . .That is. . ." Buffy grinned at Spike's nervousness. He took a deep breath and began again. "My band is playing at The Bronze tonight. Maybe you could come. . ." She said nothing, just smiled at him as he timidly scratched his head. For a moment, he didn't think she would answer.
"Sure, Spike. I'd love to."
"Oh, God. . .Wow," Spike said breathlessly, in between gasps of air. Buffy slid off of him and curled up next to him, the post-orgasm color slowly fading from her cheeks.
"I. . .," she took in a deep breath, "agree." He sighed contentedly.
"You do realize that it's completely pointless to try and pretend there's no attraction between us," he stated, dropping a light kiss into her sweat- dampened blonde hair. She fiddled with one of his bleached curls.
"Yeah," she admitted, gazing up into his beautiful blue eyes. "You're right." She grinned slowly. "For once." He raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, that's how it is, eh?" He playfully pinched her ass beneath the bed sheet. She squealed, jumping slightly in his arms. He laughed. "You know what I think we should do?" He lightly bit into her shoulder.
"What?" He dragged his tongue up her skin to nibble her earlobe. She gasped.
"I think we should keep sleeping together." She smiled in spite of Spike brushing his thumb over her nipple. She whimpered softly.
"Oh, yeah?" He laughed against her damp skin. His breath lightly tickled her skin.
"Yeah, love. I mean, just until we burn ourselves out."
"You mean until we stop wanting each other?" she clarified. She couldn't imagine not wanting Spike. Not wanting him near her. Not wanting his lips on her skin. Not wanting to feel his delicious weight on top of her. . .
"Sure. It's bound to happen, right?" She swallowed when she felt his fingers trail down her stomach, softly stroking her pliable skin. He kissed her neck.
"Right. Just. . .uh. . .T-temporary lust. Lust. That's all."
"Mmm hmm," he grunted. "Just lust. Right."
"Right."
Without warning, his fingertips were replaced by his lips. His hand lightly caressed her knee and he licked the inside of her thigh. He grinned when he felt her shudder. He traced the lips of her sex with his tongue and she moaned. His hand moved to her hip bone and he tickled it lightly. Her hands moved to his muscled forearms. His tongue expertly circled the sensitive bead of flesh he sought and she dug her nails painfully into his skin, but he didn't mind. He didn't even notice. He was otherwise occupied. Finally, his tongue moved between her lips, greeted by a warm rush of liquid. Her breathing immediately became shaky.
"Oh, God. . .Spike. . ."
The feel of his tongue inside of her became to much, but just as she was about to climax he stilled all movement, allowing her to come down from the peak before she was pushed completely over. Only once her breathing had calmed did he resume motion. He slowly brought her close to the edge again, but for a second time, he halted just short of her orgasm.
"Spike, please," she begged. He grinned.
"Please what?" he growled, moving slowly up her flushed body to look her in the eye.
"Dammit, Spike," Buffy groaned. He moved his hips between her thighs and she felt the hard length of him pressing against her.
"Say it, Buffy," he commanded sternly.
"Spike . . .," she whimpered.
"Say it," he said again.
"God, Spike, I need you inside me. Please."
Smiling in satisfaction, he reached to the nightstand next to the bed and grabbed a condom, unwrapping it and slipping it on. He pushed himself deep inside of her. She groaned and arched into him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull his lips down onto hers. He drove into her again and again as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, seeking hers.
"Cor," he whispered. "Buffy, you're so. . .wet. . .and tight. . ." His erotic words gave her the final shove, sending her spiraling into ecstasy, shattering like a fine crystal glass.
`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`
"Spike," Buffy whined, trying to push his arm from around her waist. "Spike, let me go." He grumbled something incoherently, pulling her back against his chest. "I have to go to work."
"No, you don't."
"It's Monday morning. I'm already going to be late. Daddy's gunna yell at me."
"Aw, poor baby," Spike teased, kissing her behind the ear. He happened to glance at the clock on her nightstand while he fiddled with a stray blonde wisp of her hair. He stiffened. "Oh, shit. I gotta go, pet. I'm supposed to meet Xander and the guys for brunch. You know. Talk shop." She snorted.
"Oh, so I can't leave when you get snuggly, but it's okay for you to bail on me?" He paused.
"Exactly." She rolled her eyes as they each slid out of the bed. He began searching for his socks.
"I have to take a shower." She moved to the door of the bathroom that adjoined to her room. He shot her a rakish grin.
"Am I invited?" She giggled when he wiggled his eyebrows comically. When he wasn't insulting her and her family, she almost liked him. Almost.
"Not this time, sparky. I really have to hurry."
"I'm always up for a quicky."
"No." He sighed in defeat, pulling on his shirt.
"I. . .uh. . .That is. . ." Buffy grinned at Spike's nervousness. He took a deep breath and began again. "My band is playing at The Bronze tonight. Maybe you could come. . ." She said nothing, just smiled at him as he timidly scratched his head. For a moment, he didn't think she would answer.
"Sure, Spike. I'd love to."