"One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips
One kiss is all I crave
One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips
And return back to your grave."
Buffy cleared her throat. "I better g-go." She winced at the stammer in her voice. Spike was gazing at her inscrutably, lost in thought, a smile playing on his lips. Those soft, full lips. Lips that could... 'No Buffy, no thinking of Spike's lips. Bad.' He nodded, albeit a bit reluctantly. "Okay luv. I'll see you tomorrow, p'raps?"
Buffy nodded and scurried out of the crypt. She practically ran home. Climbing back into bed, she willed herself not to think, and fell asleep.
'Buffy was standing on the tower, the unsteady structure swaying in the wind. She saw the portal open, Celestial standing just inside, trying to tempt her to jump. Glory was there, too, smirking in the background. It was time to jump, she had to save the world again. She knew she'd feel peace again, something she longed for. Buffy heard Giles, Dawn, Xander, and Willow calling to her. Their voices were quiet in the distance, the sounds coming from their mouths fading away like the end of a movie reel. She wanted to hear them, the most important people in her life, but she couldn't tear herself away from the end of the tower.
Buffy did hear a voice, though. It was wrapping around her, like a warm, comforting blanket, the words getting closer.
"Buffy. Luv, for God's sake, don't jump." Buffy turned and there stood Spike, his gaze pleading with her. He edged closer, while Celestial shot an energy ball toward her friends. She felt a jolt of fear and lifted a foot as if to jump.
"NO! Buffy, don't leave me. Not again." Spike stepped closer, reached out and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Spike, I have to. It's my time." Buffy's eyes pleaded with him to understand. In a quick move, he pulled her back and he stood in her spot. "I'd die for you, Buffy. Live. For me." At that, he stared into her green, gold-flecked eyes, turned, and stepped forward into the black abyss.
Staring at the empty space, Buffy screamed. "NOOO!" She hardly recognized the high-pitched scream coming from her. Buffy ran forward, and dove after him.'
With a scream bursting from her throat, Buffy sat up in bed, her heart pounding, a fine sheen of sweat on her brow. 6:45 a.m. Her door burst open and Willow and Dawn were there.
"Buffy, what's wrong?!" Dawn looked frantic, and Willow was as pale as a ghost.
Her throat was raw from the scream, and Dawn hurriedly got her some water. Buffy drank it in one gulp. She tried to say something, but her stomach flipped over in protest. She put a hand over her mouth, and ran for the bathroom. Shivering, Buffy sat on the floor and got sick. When her stomach was finally back in place, Buffy shakily splashed water on her face and brushed her teeth.
Willow and Dawn were still in her room, looking worried.
"Dawnie, I'm okay. I do think I'm going to stay home today, though. You better get ready, Xander will be here soon." Her voice came out raspy and hoarse from that painfully high scream. Dawn started to protest, but Buffy cut her off. "I'll be fine. I'll talk to you about it when you get home, okay?" Dawn relented at that.
"I'll talk to Principal Wood. Let him know you won't be in. Rest today, no slayer hijinks, all right?" She grinned impishly.
Buffy chuckled and said, "Promise. And thanks."
"Don't worry, Dawnie. I only have one class today, I'll take good care of her." Willow gave Dawn a reassuring smile.
Dawn gave both of them a kiss on the cheek and left. Willow gave Buffy a pointed look when she left. "So, what's the what?" Buffy groaned.
"Could we sleep some more first?" Buffy gave her a pleading look. Willow nodded. "Okay, Buff, more sleep first. But I got my resolve face, so you need to spill when we get up." Buffy agreed and Will got up to go back to bed.
"Um, Will? Would you mind... staying in here? I'm not germy sick, it was after-affects of the dream." Will saw vulnerability in Buffy's face, which was quite rare, so she agreed. Buffy scooched over and Willow crawled into the bed. Soon after, both girls were fast asleep.
***
"Told that girl surrender to me,
Take your love and send it to me
Come on baby, can't you see
It's you, yeah, baby
I need your love, I need your love tonight"
Spike lay stretched out in his big four-poster bed, the music playing softly, the red and black sheets silky against his naked, ivory skin. He couldn't stop thinking about that kiss with Buffy. He had been wary, thinking she might deck him when he held her, but she had leaned against him and cried out her fears.
'Poor bird has a heavy load on those narrow little shoulders.'
Then she had kissed him, and he pushed his luck yet again by kissing her like she deserved. She had just met his kiss with passion of her own.
He restlessly flipped onto his back, remembering the taste of her kiss. A hint of minty toothpaste and salt from her tears. 'It was like an elixir,' he thought. Just thinking of the taste and feel of her made a part of his anatomy clamor for attention. He idly reached under the blankets and touched his attention-seeking cock. His mind flipped through images of Buffy, as he grasped himself tightly and stroked. Only a few minutes later, his body jerked and he moaned as he spilled himself into his hand.
Feeling more relaxed, he turned over and fell asleep.
***
Buffy stirred later on in the morning, cracking her eyes open. 'Oooh, sunlight.' She turned and saw an empty space next to her. The missing bed person appeared in the doorway with a tray. "Feeling better, Buffy?" Willow gave her a sunny smile.
"Yeah, a little better than train wreck Buffy from earlier this morning." Worried thoughts still filled her brain, though, and her stomach felt a bit raw.
"Good. I brought you some OJ, dry toast, and pancakes. The pancakes are only if you aren't going to go all barfy again."
Buffy smiled. Willow placed the tray on the bed and sat cross-legged, facing her. "Do you feel up to talking about what happened this morning?"
Buffy bit into her toast thoughtfully. "I-I had a dream. About standing on Glory's tower again." Willow's eyes widened in shock. "Oh my God."
"Yeah. Celestial and Glory were both there, tempting me to jump to close the portal. All of you were yelling up to me, but I couldn't hear you. Then I did hear someone. Spike. He begged me not to jump. Then he pulled me away, and told me he'd die for me. He repeated what I said to Dawn. 'Live. For me.' He jumped then. I screamed and I jumped after him. Then... I woke up." Buffy didn't realize it, but Willow saw the agonized look in her eyes.
"Oh Buffy. It makes sense, though, because Spike would die for you. It was only a dream, though." Buffy's eyes met hers and she looked scared.
"Oh. OH. A prophecy dream? You think it might come true. You don't for sure though." Buffy shrugged, crumbling up the crust crumbs of her toast.
"I just get the bad spidey sense feel about this dream. It was horrible."
"About this dream... um, does this mean you have feelings for, um, Spike?"
"I care." Buffy got up and paced, not meeting Willow's eyes.
"Do you... love him?"
"I don't... I can't examine my feelings for him right now." Willow backed off. She knew Buffy's I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it voice.
"Why don't you go see him? Maybe it would be best if you talked to him about this."
"Yeah, maybe you're right." Willow cleared out and Buffy dressed hurriedly, then headed to the crypt. The sun was shining, the air was warm with just a touch of cool breeze rustling the trees. There were birds singing and the sky was a clear blue. For such a beautiful day, it was fitting that the slayer felt dread in her heart.
Arriving at the crypt, she pushed the door open and called out, "Spike?" No answer.
Buffy opened the trap door to the lower level of the crypt. She climbed down the rungs of the ladder and turned toward the large bed. Spike was lying on his back, one pale arm curved up around his head, the sheets laying haphazardly around his waist. Buffy moved closer, quiet as could be. She stopped next to the bed, her eyes unable to leave the blonde vampire's form. Long, light eyelashes rested on alabaster skin. The straight, Victorian nose, razor-sharp cheekbones. His full, sensuous lips were parted slightly, his chest still and unmoving. When Buffy reached out and trailed a finger over his lower lip his hand shot up and gripped her wrist.
She gave a squeak of surprise, and Spike opened his eyes. "Oh, luv. It's you." She smiled weakly. He tugged her down to sit on the bed and propped himself up on the headboard, his sleepy eyes focused on her. "Is anything wrong, pet?"
"I, um... well..." Buffy suddenly felt nervous and awkward. She tried to keep her eyes off where the sheet was resting, and from thinking about what was below it.
Spike raised a scarred eyebrow at her. "Spit it out, slayer. Something's obviously got your knickers in a twist to look all aflutter like this."
"I had a dream. Bad. Spike, would you really die for me?" Spike blinked at the subject switch.
"You know I would."
Buffy felt her eyes water. "This dream... I was going to jump again, to save us all. You begged me not to, then told me to live, then you jumped in my place."
"If I knew it would save you from dying again, I'd do it in a heartbeat." Buffy gave him a frustrated look. "It didn't feel like a normal dream. More like a prophecy one. I don't want you to die for me. I don't want to die either."
"Buffy. I'm still here. Unalive and in the flesh. I told you before, sweet thing, I won't let you die." She looked sniffly, so he sat up and drew her into a light embrace, trying not to make her skittish. He couldn't help but wonder if part of her worry was because she was starting to care about him. "Let's not worry about it right now, luv. We'll deal with it when it comes, and I'll do my damnedest to keep both of us alive... or one of us alive, and one of us from being dusted."
He reached up and gently touched a lock of her silky blonde hair. Buffy turned to him and he impulsively kissed her. She kissed him back, moving closer. Surprised yet again, he took advantage and scooched closer to her. Tentatively, her arms went around his shoulders, her fingers playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He made a little rumbly noise in his chest, as close to a purr as he'd ever get.
It was another mating dance of tongues. She noted the taste of him – something unidentifiably sweet with a hint of tobacco. He noted she tasted a little bit like an orange. Teeth clicked together, tongues stroked, and he slid his hands up her arms, stroking soft flesh and lean muscles. Before Buffy could react, she was sprawled on top of a naked, aroused vampire, kissing him still – like there was no tomorrow. It felt so new, yet so familiar.
She pulled away quickly, her hand going to her swollen, well-kissed lips. Spike looked rather dazed. "I don't think I can do this..." Buffy muttered, getting up and pacing over the crypt floor.
Spike's eyes followed her. "I don't blame you, pet."
Buffy stopped pacing, narrowed her eyes at him. "Why do you say that?"
He pillowed his head on his arm, stared at the ceiling. "Because of what I did to you." In a flash, Buffy was on the bed again, leaning over his startled face. "I trust you, Spike. You won't hurt me. I'm afraid because I don't want it to end up feeling like it did last year, like I was only back for abuse and destruction."
He gave her a lazy, knowing smirk. "It can be fun to be destructive, though." That earned him a flinty glare when Buffy remembered the whole house falling down thing. "Oh come on, luv, you're different. You know I won't push you, though." He looked vulnerable.
Buffy stared silently at him, then leaned over and kissed him again. She moved to straddle him and he swallowed a groan. She ran her hands along his smooth, ivory chest, pausing to give his nipple a little tweak.
"Oh Buffy..." Spike felt himself getting harder as her bottom wriggled against his crotch. She trailed a line of kisses down his throat and chest. She sat up and pulled the sheet all the way down. He noted her eyes were glazed over with desire as she stared at his pale, attention-seeking cock. 'She looks as if she's never seen my cock before,' he thought with amusement.
"Whas the matter, slayer? Never seen one before?" She looked up at him, the smirky grin on his beautiful face. She rolled her eyes at him. He chuckled and with a quick movement, had her on her back. She reached up and pulled his head down to hers for a languid kiss.
He reveled in the moans and gasps he elicited from her as his mouth journeyed to her pert breasts to nibble and suck, down to the indentation in her belly. He proceeded to poke his agile tongue into it, making her squirm and laugh. He ended up between her thighs, his mouth fixed on her. He pushed her legs up to dangle over his shoulders. She dug her heels into his back as his tongue probed her. In a few short minutes, all due to his clever tongue, Buffy cried out and saw bright, twinkling stars behind closed eyelids.
Spike moved back up to her and Buffy watched him. His eyes were hooded, his mouth open, his tongue stroking over his lips, licking up her excess juice. Buffy felt a flush heat her skin at the predatory smile he gave her.
His lips against hers, he murmured, "I love when you flush. So pretty."
"My turn to be in control." Buffy flipped him onto his back. She straddled him, nibbling on his lower lip. She bit down on his lip then, making his eyes sparkle demon-gold, but he didn't vamp out.
"Evil vixen." She smiled at that.
Trailing her lips down his chest and stomach, she reacquainted herself with his feel-good, happy areas. Biting his nipple made him growl, kissing across the skin below his bellybutton made him moan, and stroking his sides made go all purr-rumbley. She leaned down and bestowed kisses on his most sensitive area then.
"Oh Buffy, your mouth..." He arched up. She got him nice and worked up, then moved up and sank down onto him. He held her hips, their eyes meeting and holding as she began to move.
"Mmm, luv, do me good. Fuck. Yeah, like that." He growled when she did twisty, acrobatic moves on him. His hips pumped up to meet hers, and he stroked the nub of flesh to help her along, and they both burst. He let out an animal snarl of completion and she gave a little scream. Her mouth descended on his, golden hair ensconcing him in a sunburst curtain. His golden goddess. She rolled off and lay next to him.
"See pet? No destruction. Though the bed is making sproingy noises now..." He emphasized by rolling to face her, and the mattress sproinged at them. Buffy gave a muffled snort of laughter.
One kiss is all I crave
One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips
And return back to your grave."
Buffy cleared her throat. "I better g-go." She winced at the stammer in her voice. Spike was gazing at her inscrutably, lost in thought, a smile playing on his lips. Those soft, full lips. Lips that could... 'No Buffy, no thinking of Spike's lips. Bad.' He nodded, albeit a bit reluctantly. "Okay luv. I'll see you tomorrow, p'raps?"
Buffy nodded and scurried out of the crypt. She practically ran home. Climbing back into bed, she willed herself not to think, and fell asleep.
'Buffy was standing on the tower, the unsteady structure swaying in the wind. She saw the portal open, Celestial standing just inside, trying to tempt her to jump. Glory was there, too, smirking in the background. It was time to jump, she had to save the world again. She knew she'd feel peace again, something she longed for. Buffy heard Giles, Dawn, Xander, and Willow calling to her. Their voices were quiet in the distance, the sounds coming from their mouths fading away like the end of a movie reel. She wanted to hear them, the most important people in her life, but she couldn't tear herself away from the end of the tower.
Buffy did hear a voice, though. It was wrapping around her, like a warm, comforting blanket, the words getting closer.
"Buffy. Luv, for God's sake, don't jump." Buffy turned and there stood Spike, his gaze pleading with her. He edged closer, while Celestial shot an energy ball toward her friends. She felt a jolt of fear and lifted a foot as if to jump.
"NO! Buffy, don't leave me. Not again." Spike stepped closer, reached out and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Spike, I have to. It's my time." Buffy's eyes pleaded with him to understand. In a quick move, he pulled her back and he stood in her spot. "I'd die for you, Buffy. Live. For me." At that, he stared into her green, gold-flecked eyes, turned, and stepped forward into the black abyss.
Staring at the empty space, Buffy screamed. "NOOO!" She hardly recognized the high-pitched scream coming from her. Buffy ran forward, and dove after him.'
With a scream bursting from her throat, Buffy sat up in bed, her heart pounding, a fine sheen of sweat on her brow. 6:45 a.m. Her door burst open and Willow and Dawn were there.
"Buffy, what's wrong?!" Dawn looked frantic, and Willow was as pale as a ghost.
Her throat was raw from the scream, and Dawn hurriedly got her some water. Buffy drank it in one gulp. She tried to say something, but her stomach flipped over in protest. She put a hand over her mouth, and ran for the bathroom. Shivering, Buffy sat on the floor and got sick. When her stomach was finally back in place, Buffy shakily splashed water on her face and brushed her teeth.
Willow and Dawn were still in her room, looking worried.
"Dawnie, I'm okay. I do think I'm going to stay home today, though. You better get ready, Xander will be here soon." Her voice came out raspy and hoarse from that painfully high scream. Dawn started to protest, but Buffy cut her off. "I'll be fine. I'll talk to you about it when you get home, okay?" Dawn relented at that.
"I'll talk to Principal Wood. Let him know you won't be in. Rest today, no slayer hijinks, all right?" She grinned impishly.
Buffy chuckled and said, "Promise. And thanks."
"Don't worry, Dawnie. I only have one class today, I'll take good care of her." Willow gave Dawn a reassuring smile.
Dawn gave both of them a kiss on the cheek and left. Willow gave Buffy a pointed look when she left. "So, what's the what?" Buffy groaned.
"Could we sleep some more first?" Buffy gave her a pleading look. Willow nodded. "Okay, Buff, more sleep first. But I got my resolve face, so you need to spill when we get up." Buffy agreed and Will got up to go back to bed.
"Um, Will? Would you mind... staying in here? I'm not germy sick, it was after-affects of the dream." Will saw vulnerability in Buffy's face, which was quite rare, so she agreed. Buffy scooched over and Willow crawled into the bed. Soon after, both girls were fast asleep.
***
"Told that girl surrender to me,
Take your love and send it to me
Come on baby, can't you see
It's you, yeah, baby
I need your love, I need your love tonight"
Spike lay stretched out in his big four-poster bed, the music playing softly, the red and black sheets silky against his naked, ivory skin. He couldn't stop thinking about that kiss with Buffy. He had been wary, thinking she might deck him when he held her, but she had leaned against him and cried out her fears.
'Poor bird has a heavy load on those narrow little shoulders.'
Then she had kissed him, and he pushed his luck yet again by kissing her like she deserved. She had just met his kiss with passion of her own.
He restlessly flipped onto his back, remembering the taste of her kiss. A hint of minty toothpaste and salt from her tears. 'It was like an elixir,' he thought. Just thinking of the taste and feel of her made a part of his anatomy clamor for attention. He idly reached under the blankets and touched his attention-seeking cock. His mind flipped through images of Buffy, as he grasped himself tightly and stroked. Only a few minutes later, his body jerked and he moaned as he spilled himself into his hand.
Feeling more relaxed, he turned over and fell asleep.
***
Buffy stirred later on in the morning, cracking her eyes open. 'Oooh, sunlight.' She turned and saw an empty space next to her. The missing bed person appeared in the doorway with a tray. "Feeling better, Buffy?" Willow gave her a sunny smile.
"Yeah, a little better than train wreck Buffy from earlier this morning." Worried thoughts still filled her brain, though, and her stomach felt a bit raw.
"Good. I brought you some OJ, dry toast, and pancakes. The pancakes are only if you aren't going to go all barfy again."
Buffy smiled. Willow placed the tray on the bed and sat cross-legged, facing her. "Do you feel up to talking about what happened this morning?"
Buffy bit into her toast thoughtfully. "I-I had a dream. About standing on Glory's tower again." Willow's eyes widened in shock. "Oh my God."
"Yeah. Celestial and Glory were both there, tempting me to jump to close the portal. All of you were yelling up to me, but I couldn't hear you. Then I did hear someone. Spike. He begged me not to jump. Then he pulled me away, and told me he'd die for me. He repeated what I said to Dawn. 'Live. For me.' He jumped then. I screamed and I jumped after him. Then... I woke up." Buffy didn't realize it, but Willow saw the agonized look in her eyes.
"Oh Buffy. It makes sense, though, because Spike would die for you. It was only a dream, though." Buffy's eyes met hers and she looked scared.
"Oh. OH. A prophecy dream? You think it might come true. You don't for sure though." Buffy shrugged, crumbling up the crust crumbs of her toast.
"I just get the bad spidey sense feel about this dream. It was horrible."
"About this dream... um, does this mean you have feelings for, um, Spike?"
"I care." Buffy got up and paced, not meeting Willow's eyes.
"Do you... love him?"
"I don't... I can't examine my feelings for him right now." Willow backed off. She knew Buffy's I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it voice.
"Why don't you go see him? Maybe it would be best if you talked to him about this."
"Yeah, maybe you're right." Willow cleared out and Buffy dressed hurriedly, then headed to the crypt. The sun was shining, the air was warm with just a touch of cool breeze rustling the trees. There were birds singing and the sky was a clear blue. For such a beautiful day, it was fitting that the slayer felt dread in her heart.
Arriving at the crypt, she pushed the door open and called out, "Spike?" No answer.
Buffy opened the trap door to the lower level of the crypt. She climbed down the rungs of the ladder and turned toward the large bed. Spike was lying on his back, one pale arm curved up around his head, the sheets laying haphazardly around his waist. Buffy moved closer, quiet as could be. She stopped next to the bed, her eyes unable to leave the blonde vampire's form. Long, light eyelashes rested on alabaster skin. The straight, Victorian nose, razor-sharp cheekbones. His full, sensuous lips were parted slightly, his chest still and unmoving. When Buffy reached out and trailed a finger over his lower lip his hand shot up and gripped her wrist.
She gave a squeak of surprise, and Spike opened his eyes. "Oh, luv. It's you." She smiled weakly. He tugged her down to sit on the bed and propped himself up on the headboard, his sleepy eyes focused on her. "Is anything wrong, pet?"
"I, um... well..." Buffy suddenly felt nervous and awkward. She tried to keep her eyes off where the sheet was resting, and from thinking about what was below it.
Spike raised a scarred eyebrow at her. "Spit it out, slayer. Something's obviously got your knickers in a twist to look all aflutter like this."
"I had a dream. Bad. Spike, would you really die for me?" Spike blinked at the subject switch.
"You know I would."
Buffy felt her eyes water. "This dream... I was going to jump again, to save us all. You begged me not to, then told me to live, then you jumped in my place."
"If I knew it would save you from dying again, I'd do it in a heartbeat." Buffy gave him a frustrated look. "It didn't feel like a normal dream. More like a prophecy one. I don't want you to die for me. I don't want to die either."
"Buffy. I'm still here. Unalive and in the flesh. I told you before, sweet thing, I won't let you die." She looked sniffly, so he sat up and drew her into a light embrace, trying not to make her skittish. He couldn't help but wonder if part of her worry was because she was starting to care about him. "Let's not worry about it right now, luv. We'll deal with it when it comes, and I'll do my damnedest to keep both of us alive... or one of us alive, and one of us from being dusted."
He reached up and gently touched a lock of her silky blonde hair. Buffy turned to him and he impulsively kissed her. She kissed him back, moving closer. Surprised yet again, he took advantage and scooched closer to her. Tentatively, her arms went around his shoulders, her fingers playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He made a little rumbly noise in his chest, as close to a purr as he'd ever get.
It was another mating dance of tongues. She noted the taste of him – something unidentifiably sweet with a hint of tobacco. He noted she tasted a little bit like an orange. Teeth clicked together, tongues stroked, and he slid his hands up her arms, stroking soft flesh and lean muscles. Before Buffy could react, she was sprawled on top of a naked, aroused vampire, kissing him still – like there was no tomorrow. It felt so new, yet so familiar.
She pulled away quickly, her hand going to her swollen, well-kissed lips. Spike looked rather dazed. "I don't think I can do this..." Buffy muttered, getting up and pacing over the crypt floor.
Spike's eyes followed her. "I don't blame you, pet."
Buffy stopped pacing, narrowed her eyes at him. "Why do you say that?"
He pillowed his head on his arm, stared at the ceiling. "Because of what I did to you." In a flash, Buffy was on the bed again, leaning over his startled face. "I trust you, Spike. You won't hurt me. I'm afraid because I don't want it to end up feeling like it did last year, like I was only back for abuse and destruction."
He gave her a lazy, knowing smirk. "It can be fun to be destructive, though." That earned him a flinty glare when Buffy remembered the whole house falling down thing. "Oh come on, luv, you're different. You know I won't push you, though." He looked vulnerable.
Buffy stared silently at him, then leaned over and kissed him again. She moved to straddle him and he swallowed a groan. She ran her hands along his smooth, ivory chest, pausing to give his nipple a little tweak.
"Oh Buffy..." Spike felt himself getting harder as her bottom wriggled against his crotch. She trailed a line of kisses down his throat and chest. She sat up and pulled the sheet all the way down. He noted her eyes were glazed over with desire as she stared at his pale, attention-seeking cock. 'She looks as if she's never seen my cock before,' he thought with amusement.
"Whas the matter, slayer? Never seen one before?" She looked up at him, the smirky grin on his beautiful face. She rolled her eyes at him. He chuckled and with a quick movement, had her on her back. She reached up and pulled his head down to hers for a languid kiss.
He reveled in the moans and gasps he elicited from her as his mouth journeyed to her pert breasts to nibble and suck, down to the indentation in her belly. He proceeded to poke his agile tongue into it, making her squirm and laugh. He ended up between her thighs, his mouth fixed on her. He pushed her legs up to dangle over his shoulders. She dug her heels into his back as his tongue probed her. In a few short minutes, all due to his clever tongue, Buffy cried out and saw bright, twinkling stars behind closed eyelids.
Spike moved back up to her and Buffy watched him. His eyes were hooded, his mouth open, his tongue stroking over his lips, licking up her excess juice. Buffy felt a flush heat her skin at the predatory smile he gave her.
His lips against hers, he murmured, "I love when you flush. So pretty."
"My turn to be in control." Buffy flipped him onto his back. She straddled him, nibbling on his lower lip. She bit down on his lip then, making his eyes sparkle demon-gold, but he didn't vamp out.
"Evil vixen." She smiled at that.
Trailing her lips down his chest and stomach, she reacquainted herself with his feel-good, happy areas. Biting his nipple made him growl, kissing across the skin below his bellybutton made him moan, and stroking his sides made go all purr-rumbley. She leaned down and bestowed kisses on his most sensitive area then.
"Oh Buffy, your mouth..." He arched up. She got him nice and worked up, then moved up and sank down onto him. He held her hips, their eyes meeting and holding as she began to move.
"Mmm, luv, do me good. Fuck. Yeah, like that." He growled when she did twisty, acrobatic moves on him. His hips pumped up to meet hers, and he stroked the nub of flesh to help her along, and they both burst. He let out an animal snarl of completion and she gave a little scream. Her mouth descended on his, golden hair ensconcing him in a sunburst curtain. His golden goddess. She rolled off and lay next to him.
"See pet? No destruction. Though the bed is making sproingy noises now..." He emphasized by rolling to face her, and the mattress sproinged at them. Buffy gave a muffled snort of laughter.