Chapter 8- Filled with Light
Author's note- Sorry this took a long time to post, I didn't like the way
this chapter came out so I had to rewrite it. And then I got lost in
wedding plans. oops.Thanks to all of those that have reviewed, I feel giddy
everytime I see a review. Oh yeah. sex stuff ahead! BeWaRe..
Buffy awoke suddenly, her vamp senses on full alert. Her eyes flew open as her hand instantly reached for the stake under her pillow. Spike stood silently in front of the bed, in a non-threatening stance knowing that it would take her a moment to sense it was him. "It's just me pet, don't get your panties in a bunch," he said softly.
"Spike, what are you doing here? What time is it?" Buffy asked him as she sat up in the bed. Surely it was only mid morning and he should be passed out. "It's almost four in the afternoon love, you've been sleeping all day. Willow and Dawn didn't want to wake you since you had such a rough day yesterday."
Buffy stretched, forgetting that she had been too tired to put on any clothes after her post-dusting vamps shower the night before. The blanket pooled around her waist opening her breasts for Spike's view. "Oh bloody hell Buff," Spike growled at her as he crawled onto the bed. His hands slid over her, relishing in the feel of her petal pink nipples hardening beneath his palm. All Buffy managed to squeak out was a muffled "Spike!" before his mouth claimed hers.
The sensations flooded Buffy's mind. Kissing Spike was so primal, earthy. It was similar to kissing Angel in the old days, before the bad stuff. Back when the lust was overwhelming and still so forbidden. Unlike kissing Angel, her slayer instincts never truly calmed around Spike, and they went haywire when they touched. It was supposed to deter Buffy, but the forbiddeness only made her crave it more. Her tounge slipped into his mouth, expertly caressing the tips of his vamp teeth before teasing his tounge with hers. Spike groaned and ripped the blanket completely away from her. His mouth never leaving hers, he slid his hands underneath her, delighting in the feel of her firm ass he was granted from her black thong.
Buffy growled, and ripped his shirt open. Using her slayer strength, she flipped him over onto his back and straddled him. Her mouth went to his throat, and worked over it moving downwards to his chest. She latched hungrily onto his nipple, her fingers clawing at his pants. She wanted him. NOW.
Spike could sense Buffy's arousal. Somewhere in the back of his mind it occurred to him that banging Buffy until nighttime was proably considered going back on the truce he had just made with Angel. But then the vamp part kicked the conscience part's ass and his hands tore at Buffy's thong. They freed each other from the annoying clothes at the same time, and Buffy deftly guided his member into her. Spike gritted his teeth at the sensation, somehow trying to hold onto his control. He had been sleeping with women for centuries, but being inside Buffy was like being a virgin all over again. He could finish at any second.
Buffy arched her back and moaned. God, she felt so full when he was inside her. No one ever made her feel this way. 'except' her mind whispered, but Buffy quickly ignored it. No way was she thinking about that right now. She wanted to lose herself in sensations and feelings and quit damn thinking for a little while. "Spike, please, make everything go away. just for a little while," Buffy panted.
"Your wish is my command pet." Spike growled and went vamp-face. He lunged forward, filling her to the brim and then quickly withdrew. He flipped her beneath him and filled her again. His fingers sought out the little button of her sex that would push her over the edge as he continued his hard pace. Buffy moaned loudly, feeling the orgasm rising within her. "Oh Spike, so close. Don't stop now baby, please!" He withdrew from her almost completely, his fingers quickening their assault on her. Right as he sensed her on the brink, he lunged forward again, filling her. Buffy screamed, for once not caring if anyone heard her. Her fingernails ripped into Spike's shoulders.
'Well hell. There goes my bloody self control..' Spike thought right before he finished too. He collapsed onto her, his breathing erratic. Buffy shivered as the little after-shocks ripped through her. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Thank you." He rolled onto his side and kissed her gently. "My pleasure pet, but.."
"I know. He is going to be pissed. I think maybe I should talk to him alone." Buffy rose from the bed and looked back at her "light". "Spike, this might actually be fun, if we can get past all of the old issues for a little while." Spike raised an eyebrow at her, surprised. Buffy laughed, "I know, I can hardly believe I am saying that. But if it can be like that with just the two of us."
Spike just shook his head. "You never cease to amaze me Slayer. Now go shower and prepare to face a pissed off Peaches. I think I am going to hang low tonight." Buffy nodded and walked towards her bathroom.
Spike waited until the door closed before he laid back on the bed groaning. How in the hell was he supposed to just forget that if Angel one? Buffy was the only woman who had ever, even before he was a vamp, made him feel alive. "Please, just let me be the father!" He looked down at his member, now tired and flaccid against his leg. "You guys better swim like bloody olympic champs do you hear me!"
Buffy awoke suddenly, her vamp senses on full alert. Her eyes flew open as her hand instantly reached for the stake under her pillow. Spike stood silently in front of the bed, in a non-threatening stance knowing that it would take her a moment to sense it was him. "It's just me pet, don't get your panties in a bunch," he said softly.
"Spike, what are you doing here? What time is it?" Buffy asked him as she sat up in the bed. Surely it was only mid morning and he should be passed out. "It's almost four in the afternoon love, you've been sleeping all day. Willow and Dawn didn't want to wake you since you had such a rough day yesterday."
Buffy stretched, forgetting that she had been too tired to put on any clothes after her post-dusting vamps shower the night before. The blanket pooled around her waist opening her breasts for Spike's view. "Oh bloody hell Buff," Spike growled at her as he crawled onto the bed. His hands slid over her, relishing in the feel of her petal pink nipples hardening beneath his palm. All Buffy managed to squeak out was a muffled "Spike!" before his mouth claimed hers.
The sensations flooded Buffy's mind. Kissing Spike was so primal, earthy. It was similar to kissing Angel in the old days, before the bad stuff. Back when the lust was overwhelming and still so forbidden. Unlike kissing Angel, her slayer instincts never truly calmed around Spike, and they went haywire when they touched. It was supposed to deter Buffy, but the forbiddeness only made her crave it more. Her tounge slipped into his mouth, expertly caressing the tips of his vamp teeth before teasing his tounge with hers. Spike groaned and ripped the blanket completely away from her. His mouth never leaving hers, he slid his hands underneath her, delighting in the feel of her firm ass he was granted from her black thong.
Buffy growled, and ripped his shirt open. Using her slayer strength, she flipped him over onto his back and straddled him. Her mouth went to his throat, and worked over it moving downwards to his chest. She latched hungrily onto his nipple, her fingers clawing at his pants. She wanted him. NOW.
Spike could sense Buffy's arousal. Somewhere in the back of his mind it occurred to him that banging Buffy until nighttime was proably considered going back on the truce he had just made with Angel. But then the vamp part kicked the conscience part's ass and his hands tore at Buffy's thong. They freed each other from the annoying clothes at the same time, and Buffy deftly guided his member into her. Spike gritted his teeth at the sensation, somehow trying to hold onto his control. He had been sleeping with women for centuries, but being inside Buffy was like being a virgin all over again. He could finish at any second.
Buffy arched her back and moaned. God, she felt so full when he was inside her. No one ever made her feel this way. 'except' her mind whispered, but Buffy quickly ignored it. No way was she thinking about that right now. She wanted to lose herself in sensations and feelings and quit damn thinking for a little while. "Spike, please, make everything go away. just for a little while," Buffy panted.
"Your wish is my command pet." Spike growled and went vamp-face. He lunged forward, filling her to the brim and then quickly withdrew. He flipped her beneath him and filled her again. His fingers sought out the little button of her sex that would push her over the edge as he continued his hard pace. Buffy moaned loudly, feeling the orgasm rising within her. "Oh Spike, so close. Don't stop now baby, please!" He withdrew from her almost completely, his fingers quickening their assault on her. Right as he sensed her on the brink, he lunged forward again, filling her. Buffy screamed, for once not caring if anyone heard her. Her fingernails ripped into Spike's shoulders.
'Well hell. There goes my bloody self control..' Spike thought right before he finished too. He collapsed onto her, his breathing erratic. Buffy shivered as the little after-shocks ripped through her. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Thank you." He rolled onto his side and kissed her gently. "My pleasure pet, but.."
"I know. He is going to be pissed. I think maybe I should talk to him alone." Buffy rose from the bed and looked back at her "light". "Spike, this might actually be fun, if we can get past all of the old issues for a little while." Spike raised an eyebrow at her, surprised. Buffy laughed, "I know, I can hardly believe I am saying that. But if it can be like that with just the two of us."
Spike just shook his head. "You never cease to amaze me Slayer. Now go shower and prepare to face a pissed off Peaches. I think I am going to hang low tonight." Buffy nodded and walked towards her bathroom.
Spike waited until the door closed before he laid back on the bed groaning. How in the hell was he supposed to just forget that if Angel one? Buffy was the only woman who had ever, even before he was a vamp, made him feel alive. "Please, just let me be the father!" He looked down at his member, now tired and flaccid against his leg. "You guys better swim like bloody olympic champs do you hear me!"