Severed Ties
Chapter 24
My Cup Runneth Over
May 26th, 2002
Buffy Summers was speechless.
On the short run to the hotel she had thought up several different scenarios she could act out once she saw the room; they ranged from flabbergasted Southern Belle to bored rich brat who'd seen it all before. Although she hadn't picked out her reaction before sliding the keycard home just before Spike's arms wrapped around her waist, she wanted said reaction to be what Spike least expected.
"So, you like?" He whispered in her ear and Buffy shivered. "Knew you would," he said and smiled into her neck. Okay, so she wasn't exhibiting that 'least expected' reaction, quite the opposite in fact. But it was difficult to do when something so wonderful was before her.
The suite--and, yes, it was that, to the nines--was decorated in a bevy of dark colors: hunter greens, burgundies and such, coordinated to perfection. The Jacuzzi lay in the far corner, near the skylight that gave the viewer a perfect view of the night sky. Not too far from the hot tub and staring out into the wall-sized window was the largest four-post bed Buffy had ever seen. Even from here she could tell that the sheets were either a fine velvet or pristine silk. She couldn't completely say just by the way the candlelight reflected off the sheets. And speaking of candles…
The room was filled with dozens of candles, all a different shape and size. The wonderful fragrances blended perfectly, unlike her multi-scented candle experiments and Buffy marveled at whoever had been able to accomplish that particular task.
A gentle push propelled her forward and Buffy crossed the threshold. Her heels sank into the carpet and when she glanced down, it reminded her of sand during a midnight walk on the beach.
"Beautiful, innit?" The vampire behind her said and Buffy nodded, vaguely aware of the click of the door. "If you really wanna see somethin', pet, cast your eyes skyward."
Obeying his commands, Buffy gasped when her eyes fell upon the ceiling. "It…but how?"
"Should've told you that certain rooms in this establishment aren't what one would call 'for general use of the public'."
Buffy could only swallow, as she took in the twinkling stars that littered the ceiling. It reminded her of the visits to the Observatory in LA as a child, how the stars seemed to become larger than life, a direct contrast to the shell of life they resembled when staring into the sky with a naked eye. Yes, this was just like that, only it was almost as if...
"You can touch 'em…"
"Huh?" Buffy mumbled and turned to Spike.
"I said, it's almost like you can touch 'em." Buffy stared into the sapphire gaze of her lover and, before any other words were spoken, she kissed him.
Spike's muffled surprise was short-lived, and soon Buffy found herself enveloped in his strong embrace. His tongue stroked hers while his hands danced up and down her back, before sneaking underneath the boundaries of her dark blouse.
Buffy's hands were just as eager, slipping underneath Spike's black button-down shirt--worn just for her--and fondling the sharp muscles of his upper body. His hardness rubbed against her stomach and Buffy jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. The young woman was thankful that she was wearing the tight stretch pants, as friction of their two cores rubbing together was the closest they'd had to intercourse for months. The coarse fabric of the denim glanced across her clit and Buffy moaned, feeling her hips take on a mind of their own. She ground into Spike and he stumbled. She gasped when they tumbled onto the bed but their kiss was never broken. Not until Spike pulled away.
"Cor, luv," he whispered and his eyes shone with emotion nearly too intense for her to face, even now. "You are so bloody beautiful."
Although she'd heard Spike's admissions countless times, Buffy blushed under his platitudes and smiled shyly.
"You always make me feel…" but her words trailed off when she focused on the ceiling expanse just above the bed.
"You like?" Spike asked and rolled off of her. She gaped at the scene before her. In the mirror, where there should have been only one figure-- her--were two. The second figure was decked out in black and topped with a shock of platinum blonde. His cheekbones sliced the air as he smiled at her reflection.
"Right handsome bloke, ain't he?" Spike said and laid his head on her breast.
"But…what?"
"Called the Mirror or Razuel, made by the Razuel clan. Makes visible all entities, regardless of physical characteristics."
"How? I mean, how?"
"Like I said, luv, special amenities."
Buffy peeled her eyes away from the mirror and stared incredulously at her boyfriend. "Are you crazy?"
"Well," he said, and smirked, "how quickly the winds change."
"Spike, how can you be so cavalier about this. That's your freakin' reflection up there."
"So I gathered--"
"And you're all, ' 's not a big deal'," she said, and mimicked smoking a cigarette.
Spike shrugged and stared back up at the mirror. "It's not that I don't care, luv, or that I'm not a bit intrigued; it's just that as surprising as it is to see yourself after a hundred plus years, it's nothing compared to the overwhelming urge to feel and make love to you."
Buffy's mouth opened as Spike again blindsided her with the beauty of his words. She traced the contours of his face with her fingertips before pulling him back on top of her. She kissed him but Spike pulled away and glanced at her with questioning eyes.
"I want to see you up there," she said, explaining her open eyes, "moving against me, in me. I want to see your beautiful body."
"Buffy, you always do," he said, the lust clogging his throat.
"But it's different like this, seeing it from this angle."
"Far be it from me to disappoint my lady."
~~~
Buffy's eyes flitted between Spike's face and the mirror and as much as the vampire loved the keys to her soul that those hazel orbs provided, the fascination etched across her face was enough to temper his longing for eye contact. They divested each other of clothing rapidly, not taking time for a slow undressing. There would be plenty of time for that later, but now all Spike wanted--and from her ministrations, Buffy too--was the feel of one another's flesh.
The platinum blonde gasped when Buffy's nails scraped tingly paths of arousal and pain down his back. His hands fisted in her hair as his lips claimed her neck as his own. The harder he sucked, the more she moved underneath him, and Spike had a hard time saying bugger all to the teasing. No, he wanted this to be drawn out as long as possible, even if they had the entire night to reaffirm their love.
"Want you," Buffy whimpered, writhing underneath him, "want you in me now." Spike shuddered at the need in Buffy's voice, and without a second thought he slid into her heat.
"God, Buffy," he groaned and Buffy answered him with an unintelligible grunt of her own. He remained still for several minutes, reveling in the love she gave him so willingly. Yeah, it may have been physical but Spike knew enough of Buffy to understand that giving herself to him as she had was more than just a good shag--there was so much more to that. It was something that he'd always wanted, always craved but could never receive, not even in a century with Dru.
"I love you," Buffy whispered in his ear and stroked his back lovingly. Spike groaned at her admission and began to move inside of her.
This is heaven, Spike thought as he allowed the scent and feel of Buffy to envelop him.
~~~
It was like nothing she had ever seen.
Buffy was transfixed with the image before her. She watched the reflection in the mirror intently, and her eyes traced the contours of Spike's back, the same contours that her fingers had navigated across so many times. To watch him from such a perspective only heightened her arousal and she pressed her hips forward to meet his, relishing in the barely contained power of his thrusts.
"God, Buffy," Spike whispered into her hair as his hands caressed her legs, "you feel so bloody good, wanna stay inside you, never be apart." The words that tumbled from his lips enthralled the slayer and she was helpless when her first orgasm slammed through her unexpectedly.
"Spike!" Buffy screamed and stared in fascination as her nails dug into his flesh. Spike's hips pumped into her faster and harder, and the sound of flesh slapping together was their own distinct melody. Her eyes rolled back when Spike mingled words of love with the most decadent of speech and when she bared her neck to him, begging him to take her, Spike did not hesitate.
The last thing Buffy felt before falling into darkness were the fangs embedded in her throat and her lover's essence filling her as only he could.
~~~
Spike awoke to the gentle caress against his chest. Smiling contentedly, the vampire opened his eyes and yawned, expecting to see mischievous hazel eyes staring back at him. But when he soaked in the slayer's face, he was surprised to see her deeply enthralled with the back of her eyelids.
"Mmmm, Spike," she murmured and threw her leg across his waist. He chuckled and intertwined his fingers with her hand that rested on his chest.
He lay like that--peaceful and calm--for nearly an hour before the petite woman beside him stirred.
"Spike?" she asked as she tried to blink away the residues of sleep from her eyes.
"Here I am, pet," he replied and kissed her on the forehead.
Buffy's leg fell between his as she stretched and the vampire bit his lip to contain the growl that was slowly bubbling to the surface. He stroked her golden locks as she snuggled back to him.
"What is it, luv?" he asked when she frowned into his chest.
"I'm icky."
"Icky? What are you blabberin' about? There's not one part 'o you that's 'icky'. You are the finest, most…"
"Down there, Captain Cums-a lot," she said. Spike couldn't help but laugh and was rewarded with a slap to the chest. "Not funny, asshole."
"Oh, it was funny all right, Slayer," he said and he quickly rolled on top of her, holding her wrists over her head. "But it was also very, very naughty." Buffy gasped when Spike's erection drifted across the moisture of her new arousal. Spike closed his eyes and moaned when she parted her legs for him and he resisted the urge to drive himself into her with a ruthless passion.
"What is it, Spike?" She asked coyly, enunciating the 'ike' at the end of his name.
"When you do that, it drives me bloody loony."
She batted her eyelashes and his grip tightened around her wrists. "Do what?"
So you wanna play innocent, you little minx? Spike thought. Well, two can play this game. "You know what you do," Spike said and eased the tip of his erection into her.
Buffy gasped and her eyes fluttered. "No, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Is that so?" She nodded and he forced another gasp from her lips when he swiveled his hips, pushing into her a bit further. "Well, guess I'll just have to refresh your memory." And without further preamble, Spike fell headfirst back into heaven.
~~~
Buffy stared at the images above her. She still couldn't get the fascination of Spike appearing in the mirror beside her. Her eyes met with his in the mirror and she smiled as he traced her breasts with her fingertips.
"That was amazing," she said as she idly cupped his groin with one hand.
"Takes two to tango, pet," he said, and returned the gesture. Buffy moaned and spread her legs as his deft hands stroked her in all the right ways.
"Yeah," she mewled, "that too."
"We are bloody great together, Buffy, you know that?"
"I do," she panted as she neared that oh so blissful precipice once more. Spike continued his ministrations and swallowed her scream when she fell.
Buffy took her time regaining her breath as she stared at the resplendent form of her lover smiling at her. Still caught in the afterglow, she drunkenly stroked his cheek. "I love you, you know that, don't you?"
"That I do, pet," he said. His aim for a confident reply failed miserably. Disbelief glistened in his eyes and Buffy sobered. All the hardships he'd endured, loving someone completely for a century, only to have her throw him by the wayside for her 'Daddy'. Then, falling in love with a slayer, only to be mocked by her and her friends alike; to be used as if he were nothing more than an undead vibrator by said slayer. Was there any doubt as to why he had a hard time believing in her love, even with the proof of their love in the form of a twenty-three year old child from the future?
"Spike," Buffy said, and cupped his face firmly between her small hands, "I want you to look at me, really look at me.
"I. Love. You." She held up her hand when he started to speak. "No, let me finish this.
"I love you more than any man I have ever loved, do you hear me? I love you more than Riley, even more than Angel. You've always been there for me, even when I didn't want you there. You always tell me what I don't want to hear but need to hear. You're there even when I'm being the uber-bitch to you, always with my best interests at heart." On his skeptical look, she amended. "Okay, usually with my best interests at heart.
"The point is, Spike, you're everything that I want, and everything that I need. And I'm not gonna ever give up on that, ever.
"I know never is a strong word, but baby, I want you to know, that I'm never going to give up on you, or us. No matter what comes our way, no matter tries to get in between us. Do you understand?"
Spike nodded and Buffy kissed away the lone tear that trickled down his face. "I'm in this for the long haul, sweetie, so don't think that I'm gonna get tired of you and start looking for a normal guy. Cause I think I've finally gotten it."
"Gotten what, pet?"
"That I'm not the typical normal and that I don't want the typically normal life. Yeah, my friends my think I'm crazy for loving another vampire, but you know what I say? For me, that is normal. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Luv, that was…"
"No more talking," Buffy ordered, "time for orgasms. Lots of orgasms."
"You minx you."
Buffy giggled as Spike nuzzled her neck. "And you love it, too."
He growled in response and the rest of the night was spoken by actions, actions that, after several months, they had finally perfected. Yet now this new step involved love and it was all that either one of them had ever wished for. After years of searching, they found complete acceptance in each other's arms.
As the night wore on, the slayer and her vampire further lost themselves in their carnal desires and heartfelt love. But even the paradise that accompanied their coupling was not enough to shake the disturbing thought that pervaded the slayer's mind that the night they now shared would be their last contented night for a long time coming.
Next chapter….Unwanted…
Buffy stared at the site before her in shock. She was vaguely aware of her crushing grip she had on the door handle and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before it broke. But the foggy haze was too much to penetrate and she could only mutter incoherently at the figure before her.
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