Disclaimer: Well, obviously I don't own any of the things WB does if I
would do you really think I would be cancelling "Angel"?
A/N: This is my first baby (as for fic) so try to be sweethearts :) Thanks Antti for beta-ing :) Kisses, Ally.
Summary: Buffy Summers is a young, beautiful, strong and... blind woman. She lost her eyesight three years ago and now she lives with what she has left. One day she meets William 'Spike' Walthrop and only then Buffy starts to understand what she has and what she wants.
A/N: Beta-ed :)
Chapter Twenty Three
"Shit!" Buffy cursed loudly.
"What's the matter?" Spike asked walking into the living room where Buffy was. She was standing in the living room's middle, beside the couch, and was rubbing her leg.
"You should get rid of this thing!" She pointed at the table to her left.
"Table? Why?" Spike looked at her and then at the table feeling a bit confused.
"It's evil." She said matter-of-fact.
"Evil, huh? And what so evil it did?"
"It kicked me. So it's evil!" She responded slowly sitting down on the couch trying not to touch the table. Spike slowly made his the way to couch and sat beside the blond girl.
"You're hurt?" He asked looking down at her leg where Buffy's hand still was.
"It's gonna leave a bruise." She pouted. Spike was sure he had never seen a more beautiful lower lip in his whole life. Buffy looked simply adorable.
"Want me to kiss it better?" Spike asked playfully. Buffy smiled and nodded.
"Actually, yes. That would make me feel better." Saying that Buffy pulled up the skirt she was wearing a little so now Spike had a great view at her legs. Spike chuckled a little hoping that his growing erection would go away. *Yeah, right! Like that would happen, mate, while the woman of your dream is sitting right beside you.*
Spike slowly touched the place where Buffy's hand was; she instinctively took it away so Spike could do the entire job. *Sounds good...*
Still fondling Buffy's leg Spike slowly bent down and pressed a careful kiss at the place on Buffy's leg where the bruise had started to form. Buffy moaned lightly. God, it was great to feel his lips on her skin. Spike smiled and slowly, so slowly, started to move up her leg; all the time pressing small kisses at her skin.
Spike's hand slipped under her skirt and started to stroke Buffy's left thigh while his lips moved to her right one. Buffy gave a slight moan. Feeling him so close to her centre made her shiver with pleasure.
As Spike moved up to her thigh Buffy sank back against the couch. The feeling of him between her legs was amazing and it felt so right. Spike's hand that had been stroking Buffy's thigh now had made its way to her panties.
Spike pressed one of finger at the place where her clit was. Buffy now moaned very loudly. Spike smiled still kissing her thighs. *She's already wet!* He thought to himself feeling the wetness against his fingers.
Buffy's hand slit in Spike's bleached hair. His hand still played around Buffy's soaking panties.
"Oh... Spike..." She moaned. "Ah... Spike, wait... mmmm... stop..." That caught his attention and he instantly pulled away from Buffy looking at her shyly.
"Did... did I did something wrong?" He asked worried. Buffy just smiled.
"No... we just decided not to have sex tonight, remember?"
"Who said anything about sex, pet?" He asked playfully but in his mind cursing himself. *Nice going, wanker, interesting could you tried to push it even more?!*
"I think we both know what this... um... 'kiss it better' thing would have lead to." Buffy said still smiling. *Ok, which normal person stops in a moment like that!? Are you dumb or what, B?* Ok, now Buffy's own thoughts started to sound like Faith's voice. *Hmm, maybe I really should get laid?*
"But the leg doesn't hurt any more, does it?" Spike asked grinning evilly. Buffy giggled.
"No, it doesn't. But there still will be a bruise. All my legs are in bruises." At that Spike looked down. She was right her legs were cover with small and bigger bruises.
"Luv, why are your legs in bruises?"
"Cos damn furniture hit me all the time!" She pouted again. Spike slowly kissed her, sucking her lower lip.
"Bad furniture." He whispered and Buffy giggled again.
"No sex, remember?"
"You sure you don't want to?" Spike asked letting her go.
"Are you crazy?! Of course I want to!" She yelped. "BUT we can't. It's too soon for me." Buffy looked down, well, ok she just declined her head, because all she saw looking down was a black hole. "I'm sorry." She whispered so quietly that Spike nearly didn't hear it.
"Hey! Don't be sorry. You don't have anything to be sorry for. We won't do anything you don't want to or are not ready to, luv." He said smoothing back one of Buffy's blond locks.
"Thanks." She whispered back. *He's so fucking perfect.*
"So if we won't have sex, what are we gonna do?" Spike asked his had still stroking Buffy's hair. "Just pick something safe so you won't jump on my bones." He added smirking.
"Oh, you're funny... not." *Like he's wrong!* She added in her thoughts. "So... I guess it's too early to go to sleep... So let's watch TV?" Buffy asked turning her head at Spike.
"If that's what you want." He said taking the remote and turning on the TV. He leaned against the couch so Buffy could lean against him. This felt so right. Even thought both of their bodies still trembled from the oh-so- close-to-sex feeling they had shared early.
*If we can get so turned on even not getting really anywhere, what will happen when we will get SOMEWHERE?* Spike thought to himself changing the TV channel.
***
"That so isn't scary!" Buffy said pointing at TV. She sat with Spike on the couch and watched the DVD (well Spike watched and Buffy just enjoyed his presence). All Spike did was shrug. "What?" Buffy looked, well theoretically, up at Spike. "Wait, you're..." She started but Spike interrupted.
"Um, no. Not even close." He said too fast. Buffy giggled.
"Yes, yes you are."
"No. I'm not." Spike repeated.
"Oh, honey, that's just too cute." She said trying to repress her laugh.
"I'm not." Spike said looking at Buffy. It was obviously she had hard time not to laugh. "And I'm not bloody cute either!"
"Didn't say anything about you being bloody, now did I?" She asked innocently.
"You just can't get it. The most important things are shown not said." He pointed. Buffy just smiled and pressed a kiss at Spike's cheek.
"Uh huh. But that's ok, baby, it's not a crime to be scared from a horror movie."
"I'm not bloody scared!" Well the fact that he pulled Buffy even closer to himself didn't prove his point pretty much. Buffy just let it be and enjoyed the feeling Spike gave her. They both turned back to the movie.
Well, Buffy had to admit that if she could see she probably would have been scared to death from this movie. She remembered Dawn had said that she had nightmares from this movie for a week. So, um, what was the movie's name again? Oh, yeah, "The Ring".
***
Spike looked down at Buffy as she tried to repress a yawn. They both still lay on the couch.
"You're tired." It wasn't a question. "We should go to sleep." Spike said and stood up. Buffy yawned again.
"I guess you're right. Can you show me where the bathroom is, so I could go and change?" She asked standing up from the couch as well.
"Sure. Come." With that Spike took one of Buffy's hands and slowly, trying not to let her walk into something, leaded her to the bathroom, taking her bag with him. "Here," he gave her the bag. "Right in front of the bathroom is the bedroom so when you're done you just go straight, you shouldn't bump into anything."
"Thanks." With that Buffy walked into the bathroom and closed the door beside her.
***
Spike was sitting on the bed when the bedroom door opened and Buffy walked in. She was wearing lightly green pj pants and short, green t-shirt.
"Ready for the bed." She announced happily. "Now, where's the bed?" Spike smiled getting up and walking to Buffy.
"This way, pet." He said pressing a kiss to her lips. "Here," he the blanket of the bed, "get in." Buffy obeyed instantly and crawled into the bed.
"I'm not taking your side of bed, am I now?" She asked making herself comfortable in his bed.
"The bed is big, luv. And I really don't care where you sleep as long as I can sleep beside you." Spike answered crawling beside the petite blond girl under the blanket.
"Good." Buffy responded sleepily. "You'll hold me, right?"
"Of course, pet." With that Spike placed one hand around Buffy's waist and kissed her hair carefully. "Good night, luv."
"Night, Spike." With that they both drifted to sleep feeling fulfilled. Even though this house had a guest bedroom it never occurred to any of them to actually use it. It just seemed naturally for both of them to sleep together.
***
A/N: Again my writer's block is in full work so I can't promise anything but I'm still trying for you all :)
A/N: This is my first baby (as for fic) so try to be sweethearts :) Thanks Antti for beta-ing :) Kisses, Ally.
Summary: Buffy Summers is a young, beautiful, strong and... blind woman. She lost her eyesight three years ago and now she lives with what she has left. One day she meets William 'Spike' Walthrop and only then Buffy starts to understand what she has and what she wants.
A/N: Beta-ed :)
Chapter Twenty Three
"Shit!" Buffy cursed loudly.
"What's the matter?" Spike asked walking into the living room where Buffy was. She was standing in the living room's middle, beside the couch, and was rubbing her leg.
"You should get rid of this thing!" She pointed at the table to her left.
"Table? Why?" Spike looked at her and then at the table feeling a bit confused.
"It's evil." She said matter-of-fact.
"Evil, huh? And what so evil it did?"
"It kicked me. So it's evil!" She responded slowly sitting down on the couch trying not to touch the table. Spike slowly made his the way to couch and sat beside the blond girl.
"You're hurt?" He asked looking down at her leg where Buffy's hand still was.
"It's gonna leave a bruise." She pouted. Spike was sure he had never seen a more beautiful lower lip in his whole life. Buffy looked simply adorable.
"Want me to kiss it better?" Spike asked playfully. Buffy smiled and nodded.
"Actually, yes. That would make me feel better." Saying that Buffy pulled up the skirt she was wearing a little so now Spike had a great view at her legs. Spike chuckled a little hoping that his growing erection would go away. *Yeah, right! Like that would happen, mate, while the woman of your dream is sitting right beside you.*
Spike slowly touched the place where Buffy's hand was; she instinctively took it away so Spike could do the entire job. *Sounds good...*
Still fondling Buffy's leg Spike slowly bent down and pressed a careful kiss at the place on Buffy's leg where the bruise had started to form. Buffy moaned lightly. God, it was great to feel his lips on her skin. Spike smiled and slowly, so slowly, started to move up her leg; all the time pressing small kisses at her skin.
Spike's hand slipped under her skirt and started to stroke Buffy's left thigh while his lips moved to her right one. Buffy gave a slight moan. Feeling him so close to her centre made her shiver with pleasure.
As Spike moved up to her thigh Buffy sank back against the couch. The feeling of him between her legs was amazing and it felt so right. Spike's hand that had been stroking Buffy's thigh now had made its way to her panties.
Spike pressed one of finger at the place where her clit was. Buffy now moaned very loudly. Spike smiled still kissing her thighs. *She's already wet!* He thought to himself feeling the wetness against his fingers.
Buffy's hand slit in Spike's bleached hair. His hand still played around Buffy's soaking panties.
"Oh... Spike..." She moaned. "Ah... Spike, wait... mmmm... stop..." That caught his attention and he instantly pulled away from Buffy looking at her shyly.
"Did... did I did something wrong?" He asked worried. Buffy just smiled.
"No... we just decided not to have sex tonight, remember?"
"Who said anything about sex, pet?" He asked playfully but in his mind cursing himself. *Nice going, wanker, interesting could you tried to push it even more?!*
"I think we both know what this... um... 'kiss it better' thing would have lead to." Buffy said still smiling. *Ok, which normal person stops in a moment like that!? Are you dumb or what, B?* Ok, now Buffy's own thoughts started to sound like Faith's voice. *Hmm, maybe I really should get laid?*
"But the leg doesn't hurt any more, does it?" Spike asked grinning evilly. Buffy giggled.
"No, it doesn't. But there still will be a bruise. All my legs are in bruises." At that Spike looked down. She was right her legs were cover with small and bigger bruises.
"Luv, why are your legs in bruises?"
"Cos damn furniture hit me all the time!" She pouted again. Spike slowly kissed her, sucking her lower lip.
"Bad furniture." He whispered and Buffy giggled again.
"No sex, remember?"
"You sure you don't want to?" Spike asked letting her go.
"Are you crazy?! Of course I want to!" She yelped. "BUT we can't. It's too soon for me." Buffy looked down, well, ok she just declined her head, because all she saw looking down was a black hole. "I'm sorry." She whispered so quietly that Spike nearly didn't hear it.
"Hey! Don't be sorry. You don't have anything to be sorry for. We won't do anything you don't want to or are not ready to, luv." He said smoothing back one of Buffy's blond locks.
"Thanks." She whispered back. *He's so fucking perfect.*
"So if we won't have sex, what are we gonna do?" Spike asked his had still stroking Buffy's hair. "Just pick something safe so you won't jump on my bones." He added smirking.
"Oh, you're funny... not." *Like he's wrong!* She added in her thoughts. "So... I guess it's too early to go to sleep... So let's watch TV?" Buffy asked turning her head at Spike.
"If that's what you want." He said taking the remote and turning on the TV. He leaned against the couch so Buffy could lean against him. This felt so right. Even thought both of their bodies still trembled from the oh-so- close-to-sex feeling they had shared early.
*If we can get so turned on even not getting really anywhere, what will happen when we will get SOMEWHERE?* Spike thought to himself changing the TV channel.
***
"That so isn't scary!" Buffy said pointing at TV. She sat with Spike on the couch and watched the DVD (well Spike watched and Buffy just enjoyed his presence). All Spike did was shrug. "What?" Buffy looked, well theoretically, up at Spike. "Wait, you're..." She started but Spike interrupted.
"Um, no. Not even close." He said too fast. Buffy giggled.
"Yes, yes you are."
"No. I'm not." Spike repeated.
"Oh, honey, that's just too cute." She said trying to repress her laugh.
"I'm not." Spike said looking at Buffy. It was obviously she had hard time not to laugh. "And I'm not bloody cute either!"
"Didn't say anything about you being bloody, now did I?" She asked innocently.
"You just can't get it. The most important things are shown not said." He pointed. Buffy just smiled and pressed a kiss at Spike's cheek.
"Uh huh. But that's ok, baby, it's not a crime to be scared from a horror movie."
"I'm not bloody scared!" Well the fact that he pulled Buffy even closer to himself didn't prove his point pretty much. Buffy just let it be and enjoyed the feeling Spike gave her. They both turned back to the movie.
Well, Buffy had to admit that if she could see she probably would have been scared to death from this movie. She remembered Dawn had said that she had nightmares from this movie for a week. So, um, what was the movie's name again? Oh, yeah, "The Ring".
***
Spike looked down at Buffy as she tried to repress a yawn. They both still lay on the couch.
"You're tired." It wasn't a question. "We should go to sleep." Spike said and stood up. Buffy yawned again.
"I guess you're right. Can you show me where the bathroom is, so I could go and change?" She asked standing up from the couch as well.
"Sure. Come." With that Spike took one of Buffy's hands and slowly, trying not to let her walk into something, leaded her to the bathroom, taking her bag with him. "Here," he gave her the bag. "Right in front of the bathroom is the bedroom so when you're done you just go straight, you shouldn't bump into anything."
"Thanks." With that Buffy walked into the bathroom and closed the door beside her.
***
Spike was sitting on the bed when the bedroom door opened and Buffy walked in. She was wearing lightly green pj pants and short, green t-shirt.
"Ready for the bed." She announced happily. "Now, where's the bed?" Spike smiled getting up and walking to Buffy.
"This way, pet." He said pressing a kiss to her lips. "Here," he the blanket of the bed, "get in." Buffy obeyed instantly and crawled into the bed.
"I'm not taking your side of bed, am I now?" She asked making herself comfortable in his bed.
"The bed is big, luv. And I really don't care where you sleep as long as I can sleep beside you." Spike answered crawling beside the petite blond girl under the blanket.
"Good." Buffy responded sleepily. "You'll hold me, right?"
"Of course, pet." With that Spike placed one hand around Buffy's waist and kissed her hair carefully. "Good night, luv."
"Night, Spike." With that they both drifted to sleep feeling fulfilled. Even though this house had a guest bedroom it never occurred to any of them to actually use it. It just seemed naturally for both of them to sleep together.
***
A/N: Again my writer's block is in full work so I can't promise anything but I'm still trying for you all :)