Chapter 6: Game of Chance
AGot any 5s?@ AGo fish.@ They had been playing cards since they got up that morning. Yep,= thought Spike, endless and endless cards. I haven=t been this bloody bored since Dru made me have tea with her and her dolls.= Looking across from him at the silent beauty, he reassured himself that the company was infantly more better. AHah! Outta cards. You=re out loser!@ Buffy made a little victory dance which more or less looked like she was trying to scratch her butt on the seat by wiggling in it. ACan we please play something else? Not that I don=t love spending the rest of my existence playing Go Fish, but Christ Buffy. I know your TV works. You wanna watch some of that?@ The end of his sentence was raised by the hope in his voice over the possibility of doing something, anything besides cards. AFine, but I don=t know what=s on right now since I only have that thing for movies and the news. I=m gonna go fix me something to eat.@ Plopping down on the couch, Spike made himself comfortable. He picked up the remote and started flipping through channels. Crap, crap, crap...Ooo. Springer.= Buffy, done with her snack, came back to AIs your mate a demon in disguise?@. AHar dee har har Buddy. We are so NOT watching Springer, especially one that relates to my love life in general. Give me the remote.@ She held out her hand for him to pass it over. ANo,@ Spike pouted, AI wanna watch Springer, I like it when he makes fun of them without them knowing it.@ He tucked the remote under his arms and crossed them. ADon=t make me beat the crap out of you for it. You know I can.@ She took a threatening step forward. AOh please. You haven=t had a good fight in so long you probably don=t even remember where the heart is.@ AYou so asked for it.@ She pounced. Spike was ready however and tucked the remote in between the couch cushions when she wasn=t looking. Hands free, he picked her up and locked her arms around her back. AReally tough, huh? I guess it kind of makes you sad when...@ He didn=t get to finish his sentence because she had managed to swipe her leg around and caused his knees to buckle. They both landed on the ground with a thud. Buffy quickly scampered up to the couch, frantically searching for the remote. AOh no you don=t.@ Spike snaked his arm around her middle and pulled her back on the ground with him. He then pinned her beneath him. Taking his extra hand, he found the ticklish spot right under her right breast and made her cry for mercy. He was genuinely having fun. He hadn=t laughed in a long time, and seeing Buffy squirm for release from her tickling spree made him join in. Soon he let loose and let her calm down. When she had caught her breath, they both became serious. He was on top of her and she wasn=t pushing him off. Knowing that it was a bad idea, Buffy put her hands on his chest, spreading her fingers wide to feel all him. Spike wasn=t sure if she was going to get ready to push him off or pull him in. Praying in his head, he braced him arms on either side of her head and leaned in closer. Searching her face with questioning eyes, he slowly inched in closer. As a sign of accepting, Buffy raised her head and made contact with their mouths. She sighed in contact, he moaned. As they explored each other, Buffy=s hands started to knead Spike=s chest. The teasing of nibbling his lips and firm press of Buffy against him made Spike grind himself into Buffy=s pelvis. Instead of receiving the shove that he had expected, Buffy brought up her knee so that he could have easier access. Touch me, I need you to touch me.= Buffy could hardly stand the fact that there were clothes in her way. All she could think about was the feel of his cool skin against her body, the chills he sent down her spine every time his hands grazed her. ASpike.@ His name was a sigh against his mouth. Moving her hands for more freedom, she roamed his back, down to his butt, up again for his arms. She touched him everywhere and anywhere. Growing bold, she snuck her hands under his shirt. Cool, smooth skin came in contact with warm, seeking hands. She caressed his sides, shoulders, and dipped to stroke the outside of his abs. Spike was already hard and pulsating against her leg. It was all he could do not to rip her shorts in two and take her there on the floor. But it had been too long. He wouldn=t do it like this, not on the floor on her apartment, while she would be only half clothed. No,= he thought, she needs to be worshiped and stoked; kissed and licked.= Tucking his head into her neck, he breathed in her scent. ABuffy, do you want to continue this?@ Her thoughts slowly came back to reality as he asked her a question that he had never asked before. Before, they had just fondled and did it. No real talking, no real touching, just need. Did she want to do this, actually do this? Now that they were both aware of what they were doing, something was going to change. Especially since she reclaimed her love. Swallowing and licking her lips, she turned her mouth towards his ear. AYes.@ She breathed the word into his ear, as if it would disappear onto the air around them. He let out a breath he hadn=t known he had been holding. Standing up with his arousal evident even in jeans, he held out his hand. She clasped his in answer and stood up with him. Staring into her eyes once more, he turned and led her towards her bedroom. Reaching over towards the switch, he turned off the lights. A soft glow emulated from the bay and city across the water, sending the room into soft shadows and magic. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he turned her towards him. With her knees pressed against the mattress, he began to kiss her again. Not forceful or needy this time, but slowly, softly, so soft, she was afraid that he wasn=t touching her at all. After showing her with his mouth what he intended to do, he put his hands under her shirt. Slowly pulling it up, he looked into her eyes, love and devotion pouring out of them. Tonight was about showing what he felt for her, and hopefully, she would show it in return. It was a chance he was willing to take. Letting the material go over her head and onto the floor, she proceeded to do the same to him. Sliding her hands along his stomach and shoulders as she did so, she could feel her arousal pool in her as she retook in his perfect body. Meeting his eyes with desire and love, she gave him what he needed. They both reached for each other=s pants. Unbuckling them at the same time, the garments dropped to the floor. Buffy blushed as she remembered that Spike was never one to wear boxers or briefs and let her gaze rest on his shaft for a second. When she looked back up, Spike was smiling. ANo need to be bashful now love, we haven=t even done the fun part yet.@ He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her neck. His hands slid down her shoulders to the clasp on her bra. Undoing it with amazing skill, even for a guy, he slid the scrap of silk to the floor. Gently, he pushed her back onto the bed, closely following. Sliding himself on top of her, he kissed her again with the same tenderness. ASpike, I...@ AShh love, no talking tonight, only showing.@ She gazed into his eyes and brought his face towards hers with gentle tenderness. She proceeded to kiss his eyes, nose, forehead, mouth, chin and finally his neck. There she slid her tongue out and tasted his scent. Lightly grazing his pulse with her teeth, she sucked at the skin, knowing how to make him squirm against her in anticipation. Moving her attention, she kissed down his arms, reaching his hands. Bringing his hand to her mouth, she locked eye contact with him. Sucking a finger into her softness, she watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, lost in the feeling of her blissful heat. Screw it.= Spike pulled his finger out of her mouth and pulled her underpants off. Imitating what they did on the floor, he braced his arms against the sides of her head. He whispered in her ear that he loved her and inched in. Bloody hell.= She was wet, dripping with arousal. His cold dick was engulfed by heat. Biting his lower lip to keep from crying out and coming right then and there, he pulled out to the tip. He then plunged back in with force. Buffy cried out in the contact of his coolness and her heat. Nothing felt better than him inside her. The fullness of it, the fact that this time he was taking it slow. Tears quickly formed in her eyes as she realized that he was making love to her. She kissed him all over. Bringing her legs up and wrapping around his waist, she drew him in deeper. Everything felt complete, right again. Spike was forgetting who he was. All he could focus on was the shining goddess in his arms. He kissed her, caressed her, cherished her. She was his everything and anything. The rhythm that he had accommodated to was speeding up. He noticed that he was close to coming and wanted her to go over the edge with him. Bracing his weight onto one arm, he dipped his hand down to her clit. Knowing just how to tweak it, pull it, and rub it, he quickly brought her to orgasm. That=s when he allowed himself to plunge inside of her with forceful, fast strokes. Depleting himself, he collapsed on top of her. He turned his head to the side of her neck and licked the sweat and pulse that was there. Buffy slowly came back down from heaven. That was like nothing she had ever felt. Wrapping her arms around his frame, she hugged him tight, not wanting him to leave again. AI love you@, she whispered. He picked his head up and pressed his forehead against hers. AI love you Buffy.@ He kissed her again with gentle, coaxing lips. He rolled to the side, taking her with him. Cupping her body against his, he pulled the now messed up covers over them. After telling her how much he worshiped her and how he would never leave her again, Buffy fell asleep in his arms. Letting himself go also, both lovers entered dreamless, heavy sleep.
AGot any 5s?@ AGo fish.@ They had been playing cards since they got up that morning. Yep,= thought Spike, endless and endless cards. I haven=t been this bloody bored since Dru made me have tea with her and her dolls.= Looking across from him at the silent beauty, he reassured himself that the company was infantly more better. AHah! Outta cards. You=re out loser!@ Buffy made a little victory dance which more or less looked like she was trying to scratch her butt on the seat by wiggling in it. ACan we please play something else? Not that I don=t love spending the rest of my existence playing Go Fish, but Christ Buffy. I know your TV works. You wanna watch some of that?@ The end of his sentence was raised by the hope in his voice over the possibility of doing something, anything besides cards. AFine, but I don=t know what=s on right now since I only have that thing for movies and the news. I=m gonna go fix me something to eat.@ Plopping down on the couch, Spike made himself comfortable. He picked up the remote and started flipping through channels. Crap, crap, crap...Ooo. Springer.= Buffy, done with her snack, came back to AIs your mate a demon in disguise?@. AHar dee har har Buddy. We are so NOT watching Springer, especially one that relates to my love life in general. Give me the remote.@ She held out her hand for him to pass it over. ANo,@ Spike pouted, AI wanna watch Springer, I like it when he makes fun of them without them knowing it.@ He tucked the remote under his arms and crossed them. ADon=t make me beat the crap out of you for it. You know I can.@ She took a threatening step forward. AOh please. You haven=t had a good fight in so long you probably don=t even remember where the heart is.@ AYou so asked for it.@ She pounced. Spike was ready however and tucked the remote in between the couch cushions when she wasn=t looking. Hands free, he picked her up and locked her arms around her back. AReally tough, huh? I guess it kind of makes you sad when...@ He didn=t get to finish his sentence because she had managed to swipe her leg around and caused his knees to buckle. They both landed on the ground with a thud. Buffy quickly scampered up to the couch, frantically searching for the remote. AOh no you don=t.@ Spike snaked his arm around her middle and pulled her back on the ground with him. He then pinned her beneath him. Taking his extra hand, he found the ticklish spot right under her right breast and made her cry for mercy. He was genuinely having fun. He hadn=t laughed in a long time, and seeing Buffy squirm for release from her tickling spree made him join in. Soon he let loose and let her calm down. When she had caught her breath, they both became serious. He was on top of her and she wasn=t pushing him off. Knowing that it was a bad idea, Buffy put her hands on his chest, spreading her fingers wide to feel all him. Spike wasn=t sure if she was going to get ready to push him off or pull him in. Praying in his head, he braced him arms on either side of her head and leaned in closer. Searching her face with questioning eyes, he slowly inched in closer. As a sign of accepting, Buffy raised her head and made contact with their mouths. She sighed in contact, he moaned. As they explored each other, Buffy=s hands started to knead Spike=s chest. The teasing of nibbling his lips and firm press of Buffy against him made Spike grind himself into Buffy=s pelvis. Instead of receiving the shove that he had expected, Buffy brought up her knee so that he could have easier access. Touch me, I need you to touch me.= Buffy could hardly stand the fact that there were clothes in her way. All she could think about was the feel of his cool skin against her body, the chills he sent down her spine every time his hands grazed her. ASpike.@ His name was a sigh against his mouth. Moving her hands for more freedom, she roamed his back, down to his butt, up again for his arms. She touched him everywhere and anywhere. Growing bold, she snuck her hands under his shirt. Cool, smooth skin came in contact with warm, seeking hands. She caressed his sides, shoulders, and dipped to stroke the outside of his abs. Spike was already hard and pulsating against her leg. It was all he could do not to rip her shorts in two and take her there on the floor. But it had been too long. He wouldn=t do it like this, not on the floor on her apartment, while she would be only half clothed. No,= he thought, she needs to be worshiped and stoked; kissed and licked.= Tucking his head into her neck, he breathed in her scent. ABuffy, do you want to continue this?@ Her thoughts slowly came back to reality as he asked her a question that he had never asked before. Before, they had just fondled and did it. No real talking, no real touching, just need. Did she want to do this, actually do this? Now that they were both aware of what they were doing, something was going to change. Especially since she reclaimed her love. Swallowing and licking her lips, she turned her mouth towards his ear. AYes.@ She breathed the word into his ear, as if it would disappear onto the air around them. He let out a breath he hadn=t known he had been holding. Standing up with his arousal evident even in jeans, he held out his hand. She clasped his in answer and stood up with him. Staring into her eyes once more, he turned and led her towards her bedroom. Reaching over towards the switch, he turned off the lights. A soft glow emulated from the bay and city across the water, sending the room into soft shadows and magic. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he turned her towards him. With her knees pressed against the mattress, he began to kiss her again. Not forceful or needy this time, but slowly, softly, so soft, she was afraid that he wasn=t touching her at all. After showing her with his mouth what he intended to do, he put his hands under her shirt. Slowly pulling it up, he looked into her eyes, love and devotion pouring out of them. Tonight was about showing what he felt for her, and hopefully, she would show it in return. It was a chance he was willing to take. Letting the material go over her head and onto the floor, she proceeded to do the same to him. Sliding her hands along his stomach and shoulders as she did so, she could feel her arousal pool in her as she retook in his perfect body. Meeting his eyes with desire and love, she gave him what he needed. They both reached for each other=s pants. Unbuckling them at the same time, the garments dropped to the floor. Buffy blushed as she remembered that Spike was never one to wear boxers or briefs and let her gaze rest on his shaft for a second. When she looked back up, Spike was smiling. ANo need to be bashful now love, we haven=t even done the fun part yet.@ He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her neck. His hands slid down her shoulders to the clasp on her bra. Undoing it with amazing skill, even for a guy, he slid the scrap of silk to the floor. Gently, he pushed her back onto the bed, closely following. Sliding himself on top of her, he kissed her again with the same tenderness. ASpike, I...@ AShh love, no talking tonight, only showing.@ She gazed into his eyes and brought his face towards hers with gentle tenderness. She proceeded to kiss his eyes, nose, forehead, mouth, chin and finally his neck. There she slid her tongue out and tasted his scent. Lightly grazing his pulse with her teeth, she sucked at the skin, knowing how to make him squirm against her in anticipation. Moving her attention, she kissed down his arms, reaching his hands. Bringing his hand to her mouth, she locked eye contact with him. Sucking a finger into her softness, she watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, lost in the feeling of her blissful heat. Screw it.= Spike pulled his finger out of her mouth and pulled her underpants off. Imitating what they did on the floor, he braced his arms against the sides of her head. He whispered in her ear that he loved her and inched in. Bloody hell.= She was wet, dripping with arousal. His cold dick was engulfed by heat. Biting his lower lip to keep from crying out and coming right then and there, he pulled out to the tip. He then plunged back in with force. Buffy cried out in the contact of his coolness and her heat. Nothing felt better than him inside her. The fullness of it, the fact that this time he was taking it slow. Tears quickly formed in her eyes as she realized that he was making love to her. She kissed him all over. Bringing her legs up and wrapping around his waist, she drew him in deeper. Everything felt complete, right again. Spike was forgetting who he was. All he could focus on was the shining goddess in his arms. He kissed her, caressed her, cherished her. She was his everything and anything. The rhythm that he had accommodated to was speeding up. He noticed that he was close to coming and wanted her to go over the edge with him. Bracing his weight onto one arm, he dipped his hand down to her clit. Knowing just how to tweak it, pull it, and rub it, he quickly brought her to orgasm. That=s when he allowed himself to plunge inside of her with forceful, fast strokes. Depleting himself, he collapsed on top of her. He turned his head to the side of her neck and licked the sweat and pulse that was there. Buffy slowly came back down from heaven. That was like nothing she had ever felt. Wrapping her arms around his frame, she hugged him tight, not wanting him to leave again. AI love you@, she whispered. He picked his head up and pressed his forehead against hers. AI love you Buffy.@ He kissed her again with gentle, coaxing lips. He rolled to the side, taking her with him. Cupping her body against his, he pulled the now messed up covers over them. After telling her how much he worshiped her and how he would never leave her again, Buffy fell asleep in his arms. Letting himself go also, both lovers entered dreamless, heavy sleep.