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'Morning smiles,
Like the face of a newborn child,
Innocent, unknowing.'
Buffy scrubbed.
The shower water pounded down on her, the rough droplets soothing her skin as she rubbed it desperately with the loofah. Soap sloughed off her body, her skin turning from golden to pink to an angry red. Still she scrubbed. Finally with a choked sob she dropped the sponge and leaned against the shower wall, letting the water pour over her as she cried.
It had been a mistake to go to dinner with Riley, sheer folly to think that, knowing what she knew about pleasure, she could give herself to him again and continue on as unaffected as before. She shuddered, remembering his caresses and her inexplicable disgust at herself and him. When it was over she'd felt dirty, dirty and unsatisfied. She'd left with hardly a backward glance at his heavily sleeping form.
The water began to cool and, reluctantly, she turned the shower off along with her tears. Now was not the time to cry. For her, there was never time.
She dried herself off carefully, gently, in stark contrast to her earlier ministrations. Her bed looked soft and inviting and she sank down onto it. She warm and drowsy from her earlier emotional onslaught. She sighed and closed her eyes, drifting easily into the comforting sea of sleep.
* * *
Spike entered her room silently his gaze going instantly to the sleeping form of the Slayer. She lay partially on her back, her long golden hair framing her face and bare shoulders. Spike swallowed as he realized that she wore nothing but a towel. Deep in sleep, her features were softened, none of the normal tension or worries visible in her features. She sighed and shifted, revealing the tan length of one long leg.
Silently, Spike shed his shirt and shoes noiselessly, his jeans uncomfortably tight. He ease down next to her on the bed slowly, his eyes taking in the sight of her, so peaceful, beneath him. One cool hand trailed gently across her hair, his eyes traveling from her face to the smooth column of her neck to her breasts which rose and fell tantalizingly beneath the towel.
He brought his other hand to her face and caressed it lightly, she murmured restlessly, unconsciously turning towards his touch. He leaned down and brought his mouth to hers in a gentle kiss. Her lips parted beneath him and he entered, felt a sleepy awareness infuse her body, felt her respond. One cool hand moved from her hair to the joint where her neck and shoulder joined and rested there possessively. She was completely awake now, small gasps of breath escaping her mouth as he moved his mouth lower, the towel falling away as his hungry mouth sought her breasts.
She moaned and arched into him, her flushed skin craving his touch. Her hands threaded through his hair as he moved from one breast to the other. She sighed, her hands moving from his head to his shoulders, scraping lightly over the skin of his back. He continued his downward path, his kisses leaving a burning trail down her stomach to her navel. He dipped his tongue in and blew lightly on the skin. His mouth finding the soft curve of her stomach before skating down to her knee.
His cool lips kissed the tender underside of her knee, before placing a few kisses up and down her thigh.
At the loss of his touch Buffy groaned in annoyance, the sound quickly changing to a gasp when he placed a cool kiss on the juncture of her thigh.
If he could he would make this first time better than good for her, he would make it perfect.
'Winter's end,
Promises of a long lost friend,
Speaks to me of comfort.'
When she finally came to she was boneless and pliant beneath him as his mouth took hers again and again. Her fingers found his jeans and undid the buttons, freeing him, sliding the rough fabric down his legs so that he could kick them off. Spike hissed as his skin came into contact with her heat. The hard skin of her chest, teased her nipples while his mouth and hers dueled. Her hand traced the planes of his chest lovingly, skimmed down lightly over the sensitive skin of his stomach.
"I want to be inside you," his voice was hoarse, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure when he spoke. He felt her pause, her small hand guiding him as her thighs parted.
'Morning smiles,
Like the face of a newborn child,
Innocent, unknowing.'
Buffy scrubbed.
The shower water pounded down on her, the rough droplets soothing her skin as she rubbed it desperately with the loofah. Soap sloughed off her body, her skin turning from golden to pink to an angry red. Still she scrubbed. Finally with a choked sob she dropped the sponge and leaned against the shower wall, letting the water pour over her as she cried.
It had been a mistake to go to dinner with Riley, sheer folly to think that, knowing what she knew about pleasure, she could give herself to him again and continue on as unaffected as before. She shuddered, remembering his caresses and her inexplicable disgust at herself and him. When it was over she'd felt dirty, dirty and unsatisfied. She'd left with hardly a backward glance at his heavily sleeping form.
The water began to cool and, reluctantly, she turned the shower off along with her tears. Now was not the time to cry. For her, there was never time.
She dried herself off carefully, gently, in stark contrast to her earlier ministrations. Her bed looked soft and inviting and she sank down onto it. She warm and drowsy from her earlier emotional onslaught. She sighed and closed her eyes, drifting easily into the comforting sea of sleep.
* * *
Spike entered her room silently his gaze going instantly to the sleeping form of the Slayer. She lay partially on her back, her long golden hair framing her face and bare shoulders. Spike swallowed as he realized that she wore nothing but a towel. Deep in sleep, her features were softened, none of the normal tension or worries visible in her features. She sighed and shifted, revealing the tan length of one long leg.
Silently, Spike shed his shirt and shoes noiselessly, his jeans uncomfortably tight. He ease down next to her on the bed slowly, his eyes taking in the sight of her, so peaceful, beneath him. One cool hand trailed gently across her hair, his eyes traveling from her face to the smooth column of her neck to her breasts which rose and fell tantalizingly beneath the towel.
He brought his other hand to her face and caressed it lightly, she murmured restlessly, unconsciously turning towards his touch. He leaned down and brought his mouth to hers in a gentle kiss. Her lips parted beneath him and he entered, felt a sleepy awareness infuse her body, felt her respond. One cool hand moved from her hair to the joint where her neck and shoulder joined and rested there possessively. She was completely awake now, small gasps of breath escaping her mouth as he moved his mouth lower, the towel falling away as his hungry mouth sought her breasts.
She moaned and arched into him, her flushed skin craving his touch. Her hands threaded through his hair as he moved from one breast to the other. She sighed, her hands moving from his head to his shoulders, scraping lightly over the skin of his back. He continued his downward path, his kisses leaving a burning trail down her stomach to her navel. He dipped his tongue in and blew lightly on the skin. His mouth finding the soft curve of her stomach before skating down to her knee.
His cool lips kissed the tender underside of her knee, before placing a few kisses up and down her thigh.
At the loss of his touch Buffy groaned in annoyance, the sound quickly changing to a gasp when he placed a cool kiss on the juncture of her thigh.
If he could he would make this first time better than good for her, he would make it perfect.
'Winter's end,
Promises of a long lost friend,
Speaks to me of comfort.'
When she finally came to she was boneless and pliant beneath him as his mouth took hers again and again. Her fingers found his jeans and undid the buttons, freeing him, sliding the rough fabric down his legs so that he could kick them off. Spike hissed as his skin came into contact with her heat. The hard skin of her chest, teased her nipples while his mouth and hers dueled. Her hand traced the planes of his chest lovingly, skimmed down lightly over the sensitive skin of his stomach.
"I want to be inside you," his voice was hoarse, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure when he spoke. He felt her pause, her small hand guiding him as her thighs parted.