'Like, do you think I'm sexy?
Do you think I really care?
Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I? I don't think so.'
The night shone brilliantly around her. The hot air had chased away any lingering traces of dirt from the city and everything was illumined with an unearthly light. It gave Buffy cause to stop, to cast her gaze high to the sky above her. From her spot in the graveyard the stars sparkled and shown in a vivid quilt, their patterns dizzying as she took it all in and locked the memory away.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Buffy jumped at the sound of the familiar voice and turned to see Spike not too far from her, his eyes unreadable as he watched her star gaze. She managed a fleeting smile in his direction, one that he didn't even bother trying to return. He moved forward, quickly closing the space between them. He paused before her, his blue-grey eyes meting hers dauntingly.
Buffy swallowed and attempted a step back, only to have Spike follow her, "What happened earlier between us, Spike … It can't happen again."
He cocked his head to the side, his eyes studying her intently, "Why not, Slayer?"
"Because it's wrong," despite her squared shoulders her voice came out weak and hesitating. She could feel her inner resolve crumbling as memories of the last two assignations flitted through her mind. It was all she could to suppress a shiver. Her eyes floated absentmindedly to his mouth and her tongue darted out to moisten her own lips which burned for the touch of him against them.
He closed the distance between them, his hands coming to rest on her forearm and waist. She glanced up at him uncertainly, warily, the wolfish smirk he gave her doing little to quell her apprehension. He bent down and captured her bottom lip lightly between his blunt human teeth. She shivered, her eyes closing as his mouth moved from hers to the throbbing pulse point at her neck. Her head fell back as her world began to spin. Spike's mouth sucked lightly at the tender flesh, one wayward hand cupping her buttocks and pulling her tight against him so that she cradled his erection. His mouth moved from her neck to her earlobe and she let out a low moan as he sucked and nibbled.
"You know you want it, Slayer," his vice was hoarse with desire as he raised one cool hand to her breast and teased the swollen flesh. Buffy let out another low moan, her eyes drifting closed as she lost herself on the sea of sensation.
Spike's hands came up and tangled in her golden hair as he drew her mouth to his and engaged her in a burning kiss. Buffy's hands roamed over the planes of Spike's back as his tongue met with hers. He pressed tighter against her, his erection nudging teasingly against her stomach.
Spike broke apart from her long enough to bring Buffy's tank top over her head, the thin fabric falling on the grass beside them. His eyes darkened as he took in her exposed breasts, the skin flushed and eager for his touch. His greedy fingers reached out to cup the firm, heated, flesh. Buffy drew in a sharp breath of air at the cool contact of his fingers on her bare flesh. Her eyes met his and she found him watching her face intently, cataloguing every emotion as he toyed with the taut nipple, traced the aureole, tantalized the soft underside of one breast, and then the other.
He drew her to him and kissed her again, teasing her with his mouth and tongue, driving her deeper and deeper into madness as she clung to him desperately, his lips on hers and his squeezing, cajoling, fingers driving her to the edge of madness. Just when she thought that it couldn't go any further Spike's mouth slipped from hers and began to trace a fiery path down her neck, his cool tongue dipping into the hollow of her throat before his mouth closed on the hardened tip of one of her breasts.
She groaned, her head falling back, her nails digging into his shoulders as his mouth suckled and teased, driving her further and further along the bank of ecstasy. Spike watched as she lost herself in the moment, the moonlight illuminating her exposed golden skin, making her glow with an unearthly light. She whimpered, arched against him, her fingers threading through his hair as he switched his mouth to her other breast and took her inside.
* * *
"You're absolutely sure Agent Finn that you won't reconsider our offer?"
Riley stood still as he considered everything that had passed that night. It was a generous offer, placing prestige, wealth, and strength all before him. But he couldn't take it. He mentally sighed, his mind replaying how awry events had gone during the first Initiative operation. This second one would be a large gamble and despite the promised rewards he knew that there were other consequences that he risked; like losing Buffy. He shook his head, "No, sir, I'm afraid I'm unable to accept."
General Arthur MacGruder studied the young man before him intently from his seat behind the expansive desk. That Finn had been one of their best was beyond doubt, it was a shame to let such a good soldier go. Not that MacGruder had any intention of actually letting the young soldier turn his back on the mission, if there was one thing Arthur always got it was his way. He wanted Finn back in the force and he would have him. Every man had a weakness, MacGruder had a feeling that Riley's would be relatively easy to discover and use against him. Just because he was a good soldier didn't mean he was bright.
He gave the young soldier his best imitation of a sympathetic nod, "Very well, Finn. I can see that you're staunch in your decision."
Riley nodded, "Yes, sir."
MacGruder stood and walked around the table to shake hands with the young man. Riley returned the gesture calmly, "Good luck, Finn."
"You too, sir," Riley turned to leave. He had already opened the door and was about to step out into the hall when MacGruder called him back.
"You should take my card anyway," he handed the business card over to Finn who turned it over speculatively in his hands, "In case you change your mind."
Do you think I really care?
Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I? I don't think so.'
The night shone brilliantly around her. The hot air had chased away any lingering traces of dirt from the city and everything was illumined with an unearthly light. It gave Buffy cause to stop, to cast her gaze high to the sky above her. From her spot in the graveyard the stars sparkled and shown in a vivid quilt, their patterns dizzying as she took it all in and locked the memory away.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Buffy jumped at the sound of the familiar voice and turned to see Spike not too far from her, his eyes unreadable as he watched her star gaze. She managed a fleeting smile in his direction, one that he didn't even bother trying to return. He moved forward, quickly closing the space between them. He paused before her, his blue-grey eyes meting hers dauntingly.
Buffy swallowed and attempted a step back, only to have Spike follow her, "What happened earlier between us, Spike … It can't happen again."
He cocked his head to the side, his eyes studying her intently, "Why not, Slayer?"
"Because it's wrong," despite her squared shoulders her voice came out weak and hesitating. She could feel her inner resolve crumbling as memories of the last two assignations flitted through her mind. It was all she could to suppress a shiver. Her eyes floated absentmindedly to his mouth and her tongue darted out to moisten her own lips which burned for the touch of him against them.
He closed the distance between them, his hands coming to rest on her forearm and waist. She glanced up at him uncertainly, warily, the wolfish smirk he gave her doing little to quell her apprehension. He bent down and captured her bottom lip lightly between his blunt human teeth. She shivered, her eyes closing as his mouth moved from hers to the throbbing pulse point at her neck. Her head fell back as her world began to spin. Spike's mouth sucked lightly at the tender flesh, one wayward hand cupping her buttocks and pulling her tight against him so that she cradled his erection. His mouth moved from her neck to her earlobe and she let out a low moan as he sucked and nibbled.
"You know you want it, Slayer," his vice was hoarse with desire as he raised one cool hand to her breast and teased the swollen flesh. Buffy let out another low moan, her eyes drifting closed as she lost herself on the sea of sensation.
Spike's hands came up and tangled in her golden hair as he drew her mouth to his and engaged her in a burning kiss. Buffy's hands roamed over the planes of Spike's back as his tongue met with hers. He pressed tighter against her, his erection nudging teasingly against her stomach.
Spike broke apart from her long enough to bring Buffy's tank top over her head, the thin fabric falling on the grass beside them. His eyes darkened as he took in her exposed breasts, the skin flushed and eager for his touch. His greedy fingers reached out to cup the firm, heated, flesh. Buffy drew in a sharp breath of air at the cool contact of his fingers on her bare flesh. Her eyes met his and she found him watching her face intently, cataloguing every emotion as he toyed with the taut nipple, traced the aureole, tantalized the soft underside of one breast, and then the other.
He drew her to him and kissed her again, teasing her with his mouth and tongue, driving her deeper and deeper into madness as she clung to him desperately, his lips on hers and his squeezing, cajoling, fingers driving her to the edge of madness. Just when she thought that it couldn't go any further Spike's mouth slipped from hers and began to trace a fiery path down her neck, his cool tongue dipping into the hollow of her throat before his mouth closed on the hardened tip of one of her breasts.
She groaned, her head falling back, her nails digging into his shoulders as his mouth suckled and teased, driving her further and further along the bank of ecstasy. Spike watched as she lost herself in the moment, the moonlight illuminating her exposed golden skin, making her glow with an unearthly light. She whimpered, arched against him, her fingers threading through his hair as he switched his mouth to her other breast and took her inside.
* * *
"You're absolutely sure Agent Finn that you won't reconsider our offer?"
Riley stood still as he considered everything that had passed that night. It was a generous offer, placing prestige, wealth, and strength all before him. But he couldn't take it. He mentally sighed, his mind replaying how awry events had gone during the first Initiative operation. This second one would be a large gamble and despite the promised rewards he knew that there were other consequences that he risked; like losing Buffy. He shook his head, "No, sir, I'm afraid I'm unable to accept."
General Arthur MacGruder studied the young man before him intently from his seat behind the expansive desk. That Finn had been one of their best was beyond doubt, it was a shame to let such a good soldier go. Not that MacGruder had any intention of actually letting the young soldier turn his back on the mission, if there was one thing Arthur always got it was his way. He wanted Finn back in the force and he would have him. Every man had a weakness, MacGruder had a feeling that Riley's would be relatively easy to discover and use against him. Just because he was a good soldier didn't mean he was bright.
He gave the young soldier his best imitation of a sympathetic nod, "Very well, Finn. I can see that you're staunch in your decision."
Riley nodded, "Yes, sir."
MacGruder stood and walked around the table to shake hands with the young man. Riley returned the gesture calmly, "Good luck, Finn."
"You too, sir," Riley turned to leave. He had already opened the door and was about to step out into the hall when MacGruder called him back.
"You should take my card anyway," he handed the business card over to Finn who turned it over speculatively in his hands, "In case you change your mind."