By PassionFish
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--Ep 9: Drive
A/N: (The song belongs to Incubus....i.e. not me!)
Buffy sighed contently, burrowing ever-deeper into the chest of her Vampire as he continued to purr contentedly even while asleep. They were both lying on their sides, their legs entangled and their fingers entwined.
It was late…and they were all alone, as they had been all week.
All. Wonderful. Week.
Joyce had gone on a buying trip to New York, but the company who was sponsored her had got it wrong and had booked two rooms instead of one, and so Dawn had accompanied her.
And all week, Buffy had been in heaven…
Never, had she had such a fantastic, normal week.
They had gone out; filmed, argued, laughed, slayed, ate, danced, loved…
They had stayed in; played, cuddled, giggled, cooked, cared, argued, loved…
Argued some more!
God, it had been…perfect!
There were two more days until they would return, and while she'd missed them, she would be sad at the loss of total togetherness they'd experienced over the past week.
With another pampered sigh, she snuggled deeper into her lover's embrace, smiling as he purred louder and licked at his mark on her neck. With her sleepy, but blissfully content gaze settled on the moonlight that sneaked through the heavy curtains, and with her eyes half open her mind wondered to the weeks' activities…
--
Sometimes, I feel the fear
Of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself
How much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer...
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:: FLASH ::
"Spike…" Buffy whispered urgently, pressing desperately into his body as she bounced softly on her toes, straining to get closer...closer…
"It's coming baby…I promise…" He growled softly, and continued the experienced motions of his hands in never ending circles. She was almost there…he could feel it…just needed a little more encouragement…
"That's it love, that's it…." He cooed, tempting her over the edge with the sultry tones of his voice. With a screech, she came…
Metal turned, the lock gave and with a beautiful click, the door finally opened.
Buffy stood back, arms crossed and rolled her eyes. "It's so disturbing what you just did there."
Spike grinned cockily, tucking away his lock-picking tools into his duster as he held open the heavy metal door. "After you, ducks…"
--
It's driven me before
And it seems to have a vague, haunting, mass appeal
But lately, I am beginning to find that
I should be the one behind the wheel
--
"Oh, my god…This...Is…AMAZING!" Buffy cried as she soared around the ice rink, her arms spread wide as she let go of all her restraints and just allowed herself to feel free…
Spike sat on one of the benches around the Sunnydale Ice Rink, watching as his Golden Goddess practically floated around the iced surface. Her hair had been split in two, and plaited in piglets in order to keep her ears warm – he'd insisted, and they'd spent a good twenty minutes getting it right – him plaiting, her dictating - before they'd managed to leave Revello Drive.
As she skated across the frozen water, she dipped, twirled and sashayed, sending her hair flying up around her face as she let it all go.
--
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes
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"Come on, baby…"
Persuading.
"No, pet, seriously – I-"
Declining.
"I'll hold you, it'll be fine…"
Reassuring…
"I'll just sit-"
…Not so much.
"It's just like walking…"
Still trying.
"And I think I'll be practicing my walking right back to my seat now-"
Sarcasm.
"Baby….don't you trust me?"
Images flooded his mind.
Flesh.
Silk.
Heat.
Ice.
Bodies entwining.
Lips meeting.
Desire.
Love.
Trust.
"Get me the bloody skates then!"
Trust.
--
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there...
--
"Give me your hands…" She spoke softly, encouragingly, calmly…
Spike took another look at the ice, his skates and then back at Buffy. He heaved out a sigh of unneeded breath. Wasn't gonna kill him, right? Well, unless the Slayer slipped and decapitated him with the underside of her skate.
*Okay, mate, good thoughts…good thoughts…like how good it'll feel to be inside her….so hot…so wet…so tight…so fucking perfect…so never get to feel that again if we don't get on the fucking ice with her so we can go home…*
He slowly placed his hands in hers, revelling in her warmth. Every time he touched her, he swore it felt like the very first time. It was like a little bit of her sunshine seeped from her skin and into his…and straight to his soul…if he had one, of course.
He looked up.
There she was.
--
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
--
*He's in his own little world….bless…* Buffy cooed in her mind, as she carefully manoeuvred Spike on to the ice. He was actually now on it completely, and he still didn't seem to have realised that they had moved.
Unsure of whether not telling him would be a good or bad decision, Buffy decided to go for it anyway, and bask in the gentle silence--
"Ahh!"
--for as long as it lasted.
She grasped his forearms in a fireman's wrist lock as she kept them solidly on the ice. "It's okay, baby."
Spike swore his heart was travelling at a thousand miles a minute…till he realised it wasn't beating. "Fuck, pet, warn me next time you walk off with me."
"Sorry, honey…" She blew him a forgiving kiss through pouting lips, and then smiled at him. "Ready to move yet?"
"Woah, now – we said on the ice; nothing about moving on the ice!" Spike objected loudly, his fingers curling almost painfully around her wrists.
"Did you think we were just gonna stand here?!" Buffy giggled at the look on his face that quite clearly told her that yes, he had intended to simply stand here.
"Babe, it'll be great – trust me."
*Those bloody words again. Starting to hate my fucking imagination – too inventive for my own sodding good.* His hands began to slowly release her wrists as he spoke to himself, in spite of his fear.
"Am I to take that as a yes?"
"Huh?" *Did I say that out loud?*
"Yeah, babe – and you said that too."
Spike frowned at her second giggle, "Not funny, pet."
She sobered, smiling invitingly at him. "Come on, baby – dance with me." And with that she carefully released his hands and skated backwards a few meters, making sure to keep close to the edge so that he could grab it if he needed to.
--
It's driven me before...
And it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around...
--
Dance with me…
What provocative words… Wasn't that what he always told her was all they did?
Dance with me…
How could he resist?
Dance with me…
Against all the things that his Victorian mind screamed at him about ice and William, he carefully moved his left foot forward a bit. He wobbled immediately, but managed to stay upright.
"Come on, baby…" Buffy whispered, her eyes shining with her love and encouragement for him.
All for him.
He pushed forward again and almost lost his footing, but with Vampiric speed he grabbed on to the side rail and regained his footing. With a silent snarl, he took in the situation. The ice, the skates…the distance to his Slayer.
"You know how cute you look with your ears all pinked up, right?" Buffy pouted at him as he growled at her 'cute' comment, but still continued to assess the floor.
"Come on, cutie… You moving?" She teased softly.
"Not. Fucking. Cute, Slayer." Spike ground out as he pushed off again, accurately judging the speed and force as he slid across the watery surface straight into his lover's arms.
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But lately I'm beginning to find
That when I drive myself, my light is found.
--
Her smile was as wide as any others' as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. His fingers dug into her hair, softly massaging her scalp as he pulled the plaits loose of their constraints.
The elastic fell silently to the icy floor as he used her hair as leverage to pull her gently up to his mouth. His lips covered hers, feeding hungrily from them as he devoured her.
Buffy moaned; clutching desperately at his duster as she circled and thrust her hips into his. The movement sent them crashing to the floor – but neither noticed as the lust thrummed heavily through their veins.
"Spike…" Buffy groaned, climbing up her lover's body so that she sat over his hips; her lower body crushed against his as they churned frantically together. Uncaring and unaware of the melting ice as it seeped into their clothes from beneath.
Only caring…only aware of the other person, and what they could make them feel…
:: FLASH ::
--
So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes
--
:: FLASH ::
"Nope…."
Click.
"Nope…."
Click.
"Nope…."
Click.
"Nope…."
Click.
"Nope…."
Click.
"Nope…."
Click.
"No-"
"Spike, would you give me the damn remote!" It wasn't a question. She was pissed – and it was a fucking demand!
Spike glanced down at the agitated Slayer in his lap and smirked. "Nope."
Her infamously short patience snapped.
"Grrrr!" She growled and pounced.
Actually growled.
If he hadn't been in the middle of protecting his kidneys from being pummelled into an early grave, he would have paused to be proud of his Mate. As it so it happened, he was in the middle of protecting his kidneys from being pummelled into an early grave and consequently just couldn't find the time.
--
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there...
--
They tumbled and crashed against each other as they rough housed for the remote. The table shook dangerously as they rolled passed it and into the easy chair.
Spike grinned as he got the upper hand and flipped her over onto her back. He leered down at her with a fangy grin, "Give?"
She seemed to agree as she bucked her hips into his. He groaned at the contact, revelling in it as he closed his eyes for a split second…and that was all she needed.
"Never!" She hissed with a playful grin of her own as she flipped him over, hard.
Spike smacked his skull on the wood, the force of their combined strength momentarily stunning him.
He growled softly as stars circled his head and his vision shook.
Buffy pounced.
With one growled word, she swooped down sinking her teeth proprietarily into his jugular. Spike roared in pleasure, his hips arching madly into hers as his demon revelled in the violence of her act.
"Mine!"
Her teeth punctured the skin, and she carefully licked away the few droplets of blood she had produced. Her Vampire was purring in wild encouragement as she continued to affectionately tend to her bite mark and she nuzzled against him softly.
"Give?" She whispered gutturally, her lips brushing over her claim as she over formed the word. A shiver ran through his body as the magics wove themselves within him, and he completed the claim.
"Yours." Spike growled huskily, wrapping his arms around her as he nosed against her cheek.
"Mine…." Buffy hummed her agreement, grabbing her prone Vampire off the ground and slinging him cavewoman style over her shoulder as she took him back to her cave.
The remote, forgotten, was knocked under the settee to be found the three mornings later by Joyce, whilst hoovering.
--
Would you choose water over wine?
Hold the wheel and drive…
--
"Fuck, pet…" Spike growled, and arched his neck as Buffy bit, sucked and licked her way across his jugular. She paused at her bite mark in order to sink her teeth into it softly, then harder when his hips arched wantonly.
"Slayer!"
She sat up, her eyes flashing with lust at the perfect picture her lover made spread out on her bed before her. He was completely naked, cock hard and weeping as he tried to rise up against his love. His wrists and ankles were tied with black silk scarves to the four wooden bed posts.
Her body shook with yet unfulfilled desire at the wicked display before her and moaned softly.
He growled his displeasure when she moved away, only to cry out as she descended, roughly nipping at his left nipple. He growled again, this time in need, as her tongue wetly circled the tight bud, before traversing across his chest to award the right the same attention.
"Baby…." He whined huskily, straining against his magically enhanced restraints as the Slayer slowly worked her mouth down his body, all the while never going quite where he wanted. "Please, baby, I'm dying…"
She blew softly on his erection, watching in delight as it jumped in response. "You're already dead, pet…" She rubbed up against him, her rock hard nipples scouring a fiery path around, but never on, his cock.
"Slayer…" Spike growled, arching his hips in impassioned offering.
"You know what I want, lover…" She whispered huskily, teasingly placing sloppy kisses on the inside of his thigh as she rubbed her mound against the side of his leg. She'd never been more turned on then she was right now.
"Please…" He wasn't above begging. Not when her hot mouth was so close to his aching cock…
She bit him harshly, and he arched with another growl, precum seeping from the tip of his cock. "Nope…" She breathed hotly against his skin, watching him twitch again in pleasure.
"Huh?" Spike's addled brain slowly caught up with the fact that 'please' hadn't been the magic word. He searched and discarded a number of pet names and phrases in a matter of vessel-popping seconds before finally he came upon it.
"Buffy…" He growled deep within his throat, then screamed it out loud as her mouth encircled his dick, and he lost all capacity to think.
"Oh, fuck…Buffy…so hot…so wet…fuck, there…ugh…." The litany continued, music to her ears.
:: FLASH ::
--
So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes
--
A single tear fell from her right eye as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. Feeling the droplet on his skin, Spike's eyes opened sleepily, tugging her closer, if that were at all possible, as he trailed his fingers up and down her back in a soothing manner.
"You okay, pet?" He murmured, pressing gentle kisses to her up-turned face.
"Yeah..." She whispered. *Never been so okay.* She thought, forcing down a new onslaught of tears at the knowledge and instead kissing him softly on the lips in reassurance. Their mouths moved languidly together as they shared several more tender, soft kisses.
"Sleep, ducks; early morning…" He yawned as his sentence trailed off; stretching out a little, before curling possessively back around his woman.
Content, sated and secure they slept.
Loved.
--
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there...
--
The End
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