Sighing heavily, Buffy shoved open the door of Spike's crypt. She strode up behind the vampire, who was sitting in his chair in front of the television.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey yourself," he replied, not looking away from the screen.
Rolling her eyes, Buffy stepped between him and the television. He gazed up at her then, amusement in his eyes. "Get up. We have work to do."
He smirked. "And who says romance is dead."
She bit back the retort before it popped out. "Seriously. Giles is back. It seems we're going to take a trip to New York, help out some people with a demon problem."
"Oh we are, are we? Thanks for letting me know," he said as he stood up from the worn chair, brushing past her to walk to his makeshift kitchen.
He took a pack of cigarettes out of the carton sitting on top of the refrigerator, ripping it open and sliding one out. He placed it between his lips before walking back over to her.
"So what's the story then?" he asked as he grabbed his duster off the floor and began fishing through its pockets. He found his lighter in one of them and flicked it open, igniting the end of his cigarette. "You said Giles is back in town? Must be important then, yeah?"
She nodded. "He says it is. They're, um, Krishna demons?" Spike arched one eyebrow. "No…Kynshaar demons. Yeah, that's it. Said they were pretty nasty, all life essence stealing, and strong and tough to kill. We need the muscle."
He grinned at that, then took a slow step towards her. "So…you need my muscle, do you?" he leered, tongue curling behind his teeth.
Buffy crossed her arms, giving a tight smile. "Funny. You should take that show on the road. Far, far down the road."
Spike just continued to look at her. She was wearing annoyed expression number twenty-eight, and looking beautiful as always doing it. He reached a tentative hand to her face, brushing a strand of her recently shorn locks away from her cheek. Buffy flinched, but he still slowly dragged his thumb across her cheek.
"Stop it," she whispered. She was already desperately trying not to look at the strip of exposed flesh from throat to waistline that peeked between the two sides of his unbuttoned shirt, so she directed her gaze to his face, also a mistake. The adoration that always showed so clearly in his crystal blue eyes when he looked at her like that, it made her feel…well, something. It made her feel something. Anything.
Her eyes drifted closed as his hand ran a trail down the side of her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm, lightly grasping her wrist and lifting her hand to his lips. He placed a silken kiss on her upturned palm, before pushing her sleeve up over her wrist to run his tongue along the red marks left there by the handcuffs the night before.
This seemed to bring Buffy back to reality as she snatched her hand away from his mouth. "Get whatever stuff you need together and let's go," she said before turning away from him and walking towards the door.
He followed, coming up close behind her. He heard her sharp intake of breath at his nearness, and took a deep breath of his own, inhaling her scent. He smirked slightly at the faint smell of her arousal, loving how she always seemed to be ready for him. Only him. She didn't smell this sweet around her Captain Cardboard. She never smells like this around Xander. No, she doesn't love him. But she wants him. They both know it, and neither deny it. It's as good a place to start as any.
Spike drew himself up behind her, pressing his chest lightly into her back. He was rewarded with her head leaning back to rest on his shoulder, exposing her neck to his lips. He kissed slowly up her neck, reaching around in front of her to slide his hand inside her jacket, up over her breasts and up her throat, cupping her jaw and turning her head to kiss her lips. He grasped her hips in both hands and ground himself against her bottom, both moaning softly at the contact.
Abruptly Spike spun her around and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly against him. Buffy snaked her arms around his neck, never breaking the kiss. She parted her lips and slid her tongue across his lips, begging entrance, to which he readily complied. He met her tongue with his own, savoring her taste. He then lifted her slightly off the ground, and walked backwards towards the trapdoor opening to the lower half of his crypt.
Buffy broke away from the kiss with a gasp for much needed air. She saw his destination before protesting. "Spike, wait--" She was cut off as his mouth attacked her neck, kissing and licking until she could no longer form speech. He set her on her feet and began descending the ladder, looking up at her as he did so.
Please don't walk away, please don't walk away he thought as he held her gaze. It was, in fact, exactly what she was trying to tell herself to do, yet the smoldering look in his eyes rooted her feet to the floor.
When she stepped toward the ladder, only then did he continue his descent. The moment her feet were on the ground she found herself in his arms again, this time the kissing rougher, more desperate. Had it really only been last night the last time they were together? It felt like they'd crossed the Sahara without water, and had found an oasis.
Spike slid his hands inside her jacket and pushed it down over her shoulders, while Buffy mimicked his actions with his shirt, exposing his chest and back. She ran her hands up his arms, squeezing his biceps as he walked them both towards the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress, and they fell backwards with him landing on top of her.
He continued kissing her as he worked his hand up under her shirt, finding one firm breast and kneading it with his palm, tweaking her painfully erect nipple. Buffy gasped as the pleasure shot warmly down her stomach to settle between her legs, trying to form coherent thought. She knew she was trying to say something.
"Wait!" she breathed, clamping a hand around his wrist, stilling his movements. He looked down into her face with lust-glazed eyes. "They're waiting for us. I was just gonna come and get you then meet them back there."
"Well," he drawled, "guess what?"
"What?"
"Seems we ran into some vamps on the way there. They got right nasty," he said as he gripped the front of her blouse in his hand, then ripped the fabric away from her body.
"Hey!--" Her sounds of protest were cut off by his mouth crashing down on hers, and then she was lost.
His hands roved over her body, sliding up her waist to cup her breasts, then down her arms to grasp her wrists and guide them around his neck. She readily complied, running her hands down over his back, feeling the muscle there as it rippled and tensed with his every move. She brought them down over his shoulders to feel the smooth planes of his chest, then on down over his abdominal muscles, smiling as they twitched beneath her fingertips.
When Spike's lips left her own she almost moaned in protest, until they closed over one pert nipple, sucking lightly while flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth, sending shots of pleasure zinging through her body. Her hands moved lower to his belt buckle, quickly unfastening first it and then the button fly of his jeans. When her hand closed around his rock-hard shaft, Spike lost his rhythm completely and bucked against her. She began to slowly stroke him, paying special attention to the areas that she knew from experience made him moan. Problem was, he knew all those places on her as well.
Spike regained some composure and grabbed her wrists in his hands, stretching them up over her head before holding them both with one hand. The other slid slowly down her arm, then lightly grazing his fingertips over her face, down her throat and between her breasts, never ceasing until he reached her own jeans. He made quick work of the fly, then pushed them down over her hips as she lifted her bottom up to help him.
He parted her satin folds with two fingers, sliding a third right down her center, making her buck and moan. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, tongue probing her mouth as his finger probed her heat, finding her clit with familiar ease, rubbing her lightly at first, applying more pressure as her kisses became deeper, her moans more frantic.
The sounds she was making and the way she smelled and the way she felt…it was just becoming too much for him to bear. He ripped his mouth away from hers and sat up, shoving his jeans down to his knees, then gripping the fabric of hers and tearing them off over her feet, sending her sandals flying across the room.
He gripped her knees and spread her legs apart, diving forward to taste her, licking one long path up her slit, continuing up her stomach and over one breast, finally coming back to her lips. Buffy wrapped her legs around his thighs, pressing her wet heat against him. He reached down to position himself at her entrance, both of them stopping all other movement to savor this particular moment.
The velvet of his head pressed against her folds, slipping just inside of her. Both held their breath as he slid slowly all the way in, stretching her in just that right way, squeezing him exquisitely. Spike leaned his forehead against hers, her arms coming up to grasp around his shoulders, one hand against the back of his neck. He held her head between both hands, then began to rock, pressing himself as deeply as he could get inside her, then withdrawing a little more each time.
Soon he was slamming into her full force, she raising her hips to meet his each time. Their lower halves were all that was moving, for their arms remained locked around each other, their foreheads still touching. Her gasping breaths were like little flames dancing across his face, and he opened his eyes to see her face contorted with pleasure. A moment later she opened her own eyes, as if sensing him looking at her.
The pleasure was building more and more, with each powerful thrust both grinding against her clit and touching her sweet spot within, and Buffy felt her body draw itself up taught as a bowstring. The pleasure increased as she tightened around him, and Spike was near the edge himself. He withdrew almost all the way, and began pumping only the tip in and out, deliberately teasing both of them. He kept it up until the look in her eyes and the feeling in his body told him to let go. He suddenly drove as deeply inside her as possible, and she cried out, feeling the orgasm spread up through her body like wildfire. Spike soon followed as she clamped down around him, roaring as he shot into her again and again. The feel of him coming into her was enough to send Buffy over the edge again, rippling one more orgasm over her body.
They stayed like that for some moments afterwards, catching their breath, figuratively and literally. With a groan, Spike disentangled their arms and slipped out of her, rolling over onto his back.
Buffy giggled softly. Spike turned to look at her. "Here what's this now?"
She looked over at him. "We made the bed this time."
Spike grinned. "Yeah, I suppose we did." He sighed. "And now we're gonna have to get off of it, aren't we, luv?"
"Yeah we are," she sighed as she sat up and rolled off the bed. Spike watched her as she got dressed, except for the ripped blouse. Instead the simply zipped up her jacked all the way.
He got up and followed suit, then gathered some things together in to a small black duffel bag. "Right then. Off we go?"
She nodded. "Just one more thing," she said, smiling sweetly as she walked up to him. She drew up close to him, and just as he was leaning down to kiss her lips, Buffy reared back and punched him in the mouth.
"'Ey! What in bloody hell was that for?" he yelled.
Before he could protest further, Buffy reached up with her torn blouse and wiped away the blood from his lip. She held it up for him to see. "Bunch of nasty vampires, remember?" she grinned.
She should have been suspicious when Spike's face lit up. "Oh yeah, right!" he said just before he popped her in the nose.
"Ow!!! Shit, Spike that hurt! Why'd you have to go for the nose?!"
"Yeah, it does bloody hurt, now doesn't it, Slayer?" he smirked.
Still holding her nose, she scowled at him, before turning and going up the ladder. He followed her up, still laughing as she shoved him out the door.