'Dig it up and throw it at me,
Dig it up and throw it at me.'
The grey dawn light broke out through the lingering black night sky, chasing away the few remaining stars. Sunnydale lay quiet, the and of sleep still hovering delicately over it's citizens. Even now, with the sun just beginning to peep over the flat disk of the earth, the morning coolness was beginning to burn away into the balmy heat of the summer days.
Buffy's eyes fluttered open at the shifting of the mattress as Spike rose, closed the thick curtains over the window and returned to the bed. Ignoring the last vestiges of drowsiness that clung to her, threatening to lull her back to sleep, she rolled onto her other side, only to find Spike staring back at her, "Morning, love."
Buffy let out a small groan and turned away from him, "And I thought waking up to Parker was scary." Spike frowned at her as she rolled out of bed and began stretching. She turned back towards him and frowned down at him as he continued to loll about in her bed, "Are you going to stay there all day?"
He wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, "You offering to keep me company?"
Buffy scowled down at him, "You're a pig, Spike."
He shrugged and sat up, "I'm actually rather surprised that you stayed, love. I'd expected you to run off to Soldier Boy."
Buffy blushed at the reminder of her desertion last night, "What do you know about it?"
The blonde vampire rose from the bed, his cerulean eyes meeting hers. For a second, Buffy felt the bottom of her stomach drop out as she lost herself in their depth. Shaking her head she broke the gaze and turned away from Spike to rummage through her bureau. "I know quite a lot about it, Slayer, being Love's bitch and all."
Willfully ignoring him, Buffy pulled out a t-shirt before marching over to the closet and selecting a pair of jeans. When she turned back to Spike she waved the clothes before his face, "Hello? Getting dressed here."
He smirked at her, "Looks like I hit a nerve. Trouble in paradise, Slayer?"
Her face tightened at his taunt, "Get out, Spike."
Ignoring her ominous look he took a step toward her, his smirk still firmly plastered in place, "What's the matter, Slayer? Soldier Boy unable to keep up with you in bed?" Buffy moved forward, attempting to shoulder past him, only to find Spike's hands gripping her forearms as he pulled her against him, "Not enough monster in the man perhaps?" His voice dropped to a seductive note as he leaned in closer, his cool mouth brushing against the heated skin of her ear, "Doesn't he make you scream?"
Buffy felt herself shiver involuntarily at the feel of Spike's mouth against the tender flesh of her ear. He tightened against her, his mouth brushing across her ear again. Fighting to control her betraying senses she placed her hands against his chest and, Summoning up all the righteous fury possible, she sent him sprawling backwards into her door, "Oh, what, and you could Spike?"
His eyes narrowed at her taunt, "I could do things to you that you've never even dreamed of."
Ignoring the quickening of her heart that his promise inspired she let out a derisive laugh, "Whatever, Spike. You'll have to excuse me if I don't believe you, if you're so good then why'd Drusilla leave you so quickly?"
Spike let out a growl at the taunt and pushed himself away from the door, "If you're so much to bloody brag about then why'd Angelus and Parker decide you weren't worth a second go?"
Buffy stumbled back, her mouth forming into a surprised 'o' before her hazel eyes flashed. Her fist shot out only to be caught by Spike inches before connecting with his face. Unfazed, Buffy continued her attack, "Not a man, not a demon … What are you Spike?"
He growled and, ignoring the pain in the back of his head, wrenched his arms from her and spun them around so that she was pressed back up against the door, his hands pinning her arms above her head. He pushed up against her and Buffy's eyes widened as she felt his unmistakable hardness press against her stomach, all thoughts of anger fleeing from her mind.
He smirked at her, the scent of her arousal overwhelming him. He pushed closer, his mouth coming down to her neck, his blunt teeth biting at the skin, sending tremors up and down her body. He moved his mouth until it hovered a few inches apart from hers, her halting breath warm against his mouth. His eyes moved up from her mouth to her eyes and he drew in an unneeded breath a they met and held. The niggling feeling of wrongness that had loomed in his mind vanished at the sight of her swirling orbs. The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and he let out a silent groan as she shifted, rubbing the hard tips of her breasts against his chest.
Slowly, tortuously, he lowered his mouth down to hers.
Buffy's senses reeled at the contact, his cool skin evoking tremors of heat that spread throughout her body, setting her on fire. Her heat braded him, sinking into his body through the thin fabric of is cotton shirt as her breasts swelled tightly against him. One of his hands dropped from her wrist to caress the delicate column of her neck.
His mouth prodded hers, his tongue silently begging for an invitation. Her mouth parted slightly as Spike's hand trailed from her neck to the soft curve of her breast and gently squeezed. Buffy pulled away at the sudden burst of sensation, reality dimming her eyes as she struggled against the feelings his touch evoked. With a wrenched moan she pushed him away from her, grabbed her clothes and fled from the room, leaving Spike to watch after her stunned.
Dig it up and throw it at me.'
The grey dawn light broke out through the lingering black night sky, chasing away the few remaining stars. Sunnydale lay quiet, the and of sleep still hovering delicately over it's citizens. Even now, with the sun just beginning to peep over the flat disk of the earth, the morning coolness was beginning to burn away into the balmy heat of the summer days.
Buffy's eyes fluttered open at the shifting of the mattress as Spike rose, closed the thick curtains over the window and returned to the bed. Ignoring the last vestiges of drowsiness that clung to her, threatening to lull her back to sleep, she rolled onto her other side, only to find Spike staring back at her, "Morning, love."
Buffy let out a small groan and turned away from him, "And I thought waking up to Parker was scary." Spike frowned at her as she rolled out of bed and began stretching. She turned back towards him and frowned down at him as he continued to loll about in her bed, "Are you going to stay there all day?"
He wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, "You offering to keep me company?"
Buffy scowled down at him, "You're a pig, Spike."
He shrugged and sat up, "I'm actually rather surprised that you stayed, love. I'd expected you to run off to Soldier Boy."
Buffy blushed at the reminder of her desertion last night, "What do you know about it?"
The blonde vampire rose from the bed, his cerulean eyes meeting hers. For a second, Buffy felt the bottom of her stomach drop out as she lost herself in their depth. Shaking her head she broke the gaze and turned away from Spike to rummage through her bureau. "I know quite a lot about it, Slayer, being Love's bitch and all."
Willfully ignoring him, Buffy pulled out a t-shirt before marching over to the closet and selecting a pair of jeans. When she turned back to Spike she waved the clothes before his face, "Hello? Getting dressed here."
He smirked at her, "Looks like I hit a nerve. Trouble in paradise, Slayer?"
Her face tightened at his taunt, "Get out, Spike."
Ignoring her ominous look he took a step toward her, his smirk still firmly plastered in place, "What's the matter, Slayer? Soldier Boy unable to keep up with you in bed?" Buffy moved forward, attempting to shoulder past him, only to find Spike's hands gripping her forearms as he pulled her against him, "Not enough monster in the man perhaps?" His voice dropped to a seductive note as he leaned in closer, his cool mouth brushing against the heated skin of her ear, "Doesn't he make you scream?"
Buffy felt herself shiver involuntarily at the feel of Spike's mouth against the tender flesh of her ear. He tightened against her, his mouth brushing across her ear again. Fighting to control her betraying senses she placed her hands against his chest and, Summoning up all the righteous fury possible, she sent him sprawling backwards into her door, "Oh, what, and you could Spike?"
His eyes narrowed at her taunt, "I could do things to you that you've never even dreamed of."
Ignoring the quickening of her heart that his promise inspired she let out a derisive laugh, "Whatever, Spike. You'll have to excuse me if I don't believe you, if you're so good then why'd Drusilla leave you so quickly?"
Spike let out a growl at the taunt and pushed himself away from the door, "If you're so much to bloody brag about then why'd Angelus and Parker decide you weren't worth a second go?"
Buffy stumbled back, her mouth forming into a surprised 'o' before her hazel eyes flashed. Her fist shot out only to be caught by Spike inches before connecting with his face. Unfazed, Buffy continued her attack, "Not a man, not a demon … What are you Spike?"
He growled and, ignoring the pain in the back of his head, wrenched his arms from her and spun them around so that she was pressed back up against the door, his hands pinning her arms above her head. He pushed up against her and Buffy's eyes widened as she felt his unmistakable hardness press against her stomach, all thoughts of anger fleeing from her mind.
He smirked at her, the scent of her arousal overwhelming him. He pushed closer, his mouth coming down to her neck, his blunt teeth biting at the skin, sending tremors up and down her body. He moved his mouth until it hovered a few inches apart from hers, her halting breath warm against his mouth. His eyes moved up from her mouth to her eyes and he drew in an unneeded breath a they met and held. The niggling feeling of wrongness that had loomed in his mind vanished at the sight of her swirling orbs. The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and he let out a silent groan as she shifted, rubbing the hard tips of her breasts against his chest.
Slowly, tortuously, he lowered his mouth down to hers.
Buffy's senses reeled at the contact, his cool skin evoking tremors of heat that spread throughout her body, setting her on fire. Her heat braded him, sinking into his body through the thin fabric of is cotton shirt as her breasts swelled tightly against him. One of his hands dropped from her wrist to caress the delicate column of her neck.
His mouth prodded hers, his tongue silently begging for an invitation. Her mouth parted slightly as Spike's hand trailed from her neck to the soft curve of her breast and gently squeezed. Buffy pulled away at the sudden burst of sensation, reality dimming her eyes as she struggled against the feelings his touch evoked. With a wrenched moan she pushed him away from her, grabbed her clothes and fled from the room, leaving Spike to watch after her stunned.