First things first. Did anyone else dislike the ending to Angel?? Was it
just me or was that ending a cop out?? No real end, just a perpetual
battle. While I realize that was the point, that the battle never ends,
they could have at least let us see how our beloved characters ended or
didn't end. Anyhoo, now that I've gotten that out.
This chapter is smut through and through. Oh, and I don't own anything but the story itself.
There had been little time between her exit from the bathroom wearing the skimpy black lace, satin and strings and Spikes attack. Buffy couldn't help but giggle at the string of British expletives that he muttered under his breath and if she hadn't known better she could have sworn he'd growled as he fought to remove parts of her new teddy that covered certain parts he felt the sudden need to touch.
Remnants of lace and black satin lay strewn about the bed. Spike absentmindedly played with the few pieces remaining around Buffy's waist.
"We'll have to go back to that store again luv."
"Victoria's Secret? Yeah, I kind of like what that outfit did to you." Yep, Buffy's definitely going back there.
"Not the outfit luv. You in that outfit." Spike pulled her closer to emphasize the word 'you' and leaned down to place a kiss on the top of her head.
"Well, I'm glad I sent you down after it then." Buffy snuggled a little closer to him and kissed his chest where her face rested. "But Spike, next time, let's be a little more careful with the fasteners." She looked up to see the grin on his face and smiled back at him half trying to repress the giggle working it's way out.
The look on his face as she emerged had been well worth the price of that teddy. Priceless. His hunger for her had in no way lessened and was only matched by hers for him.
"There were fasteners? Thought that was one of those 'one time use' kind of things." He winked at her and rolled them so that he was spooning her backside with his arms around her. "'sides, they take too bloody long."
As he pulled her back to him she wrapped her arms over his, closed her eyes and breathed in the scent that was uniquely Spike. He smelled of British Sterling and sex. She could feel his heart beat in between her shoulder blades. It's slowing rhythm lulling her.
He began rubbing her breasts, one in each hand. This had become their nightly routine. They would watch the sunset, make love, and fall asleep. At first it had been difficult to get to sleep with him touching her in such a way, but she soon found that if she relaxed into it, slumber found her and he would soon follow.
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The sensation of kisses on her stomach woke her from a deep slumber. Lips delicately tickled up and over and back down. Grinning to herself, her fingers made their way into the short tousled curls on the top of his head and began to massage his scalp. She could feel him smile as his kisses made their way up between her breasts.
"Mornin Luv." He growled, taking a pert nipple between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue, then kissing his way over to the other, thumb and finger replacing his lips on the previous.
"Mornin." Her breath catching in her chest under his ministrations.
"Sleep well?" He continued his assault on her senses.
"Mmm . hhmm." Was all she could muster as all intelligible thought had abandoned her moments after he had begun.
His kisses left a trail of fire up over her collarbone and up her neck to her ear. All the while his hands kneading her breasts, nipples between thumbs and fingers.
He hadn't even touched her sex and she was all a quiver. He'd like to be able to take credit. In fact the phrase 'damn I'm good' came to mind rather readily, but he was certain it was the two of them together that did it to them both. They fit perfectly to one another, two pieces of a puzzle that had been incomplete until finally being joined.
Her hands were running up and down his arms as he raised himself above her. She looked up and even in the dim moonlight she could see the love and desire in his eyes. Dark shiny pools of almost black that looked at her as though seeing into her soul.
As he perched at her entrance he paused. She looked at him with such desire. Those pools of liquid green with flecks of gold shimmered back at him. She moved her hands to either side of his neck and began rubbing small circles just behind his ears. As he leaned down and once again took her mouth his senses were aflame.
She watched as he paused above her. She moved her hands to play in his hair and gave a gentle tug. When their lips met their passions intensified, need and hunger took over.
They lay in the afterglow, momentarily sated. Her head upon his chest listening to the thump thump of his heart. One hand playing in her hair, the other gliding lazily up and down her spine.
This chapter is smut through and through. Oh, and I don't own anything but the story itself.
There had been little time between her exit from the bathroom wearing the skimpy black lace, satin and strings and Spikes attack. Buffy couldn't help but giggle at the string of British expletives that he muttered under his breath and if she hadn't known better she could have sworn he'd growled as he fought to remove parts of her new teddy that covered certain parts he felt the sudden need to touch.
Remnants of lace and black satin lay strewn about the bed. Spike absentmindedly played with the few pieces remaining around Buffy's waist.
"We'll have to go back to that store again luv."
"Victoria's Secret? Yeah, I kind of like what that outfit did to you." Yep, Buffy's definitely going back there.
"Not the outfit luv. You in that outfit." Spike pulled her closer to emphasize the word 'you' and leaned down to place a kiss on the top of her head.
"Well, I'm glad I sent you down after it then." Buffy snuggled a little closer to him and kissed his chest where her face rested. "But Spike, next time, let's be a little more careful with the fasteners." She looked up to see the grin on his face and smiled back at him half trying to repress the giggle working it's way out.
The look on his face as she emerged had been well worth the price of that teddy. Priceless. His hunger for her had in no way lessened and was only matched by hers for him.
"There were fasteners? Thought that was one of those 'one time use' kind of things." He winked at her and rolled them so that he was spooning her backside with his arms around her. "'sides, they take too bloody long."
As he pulled her back to him she wrapped her arms over his, closed her eyes and breathed in the scent that was uniquely Spike. He smelled of British Sterling and sex. She could feel his heart beat in between her shoulder blades. It's slowing rhythm lulling her.
He began rubbing her breasts, one in each hand. This had become their nightly routine. They would watch the sunset, make love, and fall asleep. At first it had been difficult to get to sleep with him touching her in such a way, but she soon found that if she relaxed into it, slumber found her and he would soon follow.
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The sensation of kisses on her stomach woke her from a deep slumber. Lips delicately tickled up and over and back down. Grinning to herself, her fingers made their way into the short tousled curls on the top of his head and began to massage his scalp. She could feel him smile as his kisses made their way up between her breasts.
"Mornin Luv." He growled, taking a pert nipple between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue, then kissing his way over to the other, thumb and finger replacing his lips on the previous.
"Mornin." Her breath catching in her chest under his ministrations.
"Sleep well?" He continued his assault on her senses.
"Mmm . hhmm." Was all she could muster as all intelligible thought had abandoned her moments after he had begun.
His kisses left a trail of fire up over her collarbone and up her neck to her ear. All the while his hands kneading her breasts, nipples between thumbs and fingers.
He hadn't even touched her sex and she was all a quiver. He'd like to be able to take credit. In fact the phrase 'damn I'm good' came to mind rather readily, but he was certain it was the two of them together that did it to them both. They fit perfectly to one another, two pieces of a puzzle that had been incomplete until finally being joined.
Her hands were running up and down his arms as he raised himself above her. She looked up and even in the dim moonlight she could see the love and desire in his eyes. Dark shiny pools of almost black that looked at her as though seeing into her soul.
As he perched at her entrance he paused. She looked at him with such desire. Those pools of liquid green with flecks of gold shimmered back at him. She moved her hands to either side of his neck and began rubbing small circles just behind his ears. As he leaned down and once again took her mouth his senses were aflame.
She watched as he paused above her. She moved her hands to play in his hair and gave a gentle tug. When their lips met their passions intensified, need and hunger took over.
They lay in the afterglow, momentarily sated. Her head upon his chest listening to the thump thump of his heart. One hand playing in her hair, the other gliding lazily up and down her spine.