Caved Emotions
Buffy shivered in the cool night air, she had lied, once again to her friends. She didn't have a coat or a pair of pants to put on to patrol. And she wasn't even patrolling in the first place. She was meeting Spike, to do God knows what, God knows where. She needed this, more than anything did, she needed to be free of all these thoughts of apocalypse. Spike gave her that, for those moments of bliss, she forgot about Angel. And that's all that matters, she was free. She heard his car rounding the corner, tires squealing engine revving, and she felt alive. When she saw the head lights come around the bend she trembled with anticipation. He stopped beside her and looked her up and down in a predatory way only he could do. He nodded to the passenger side which was her cue to get in. She did, crossing in front of the bright steam of headlights.
"Hello, luv." Spike said to her as she sat down and shut the door of his DeSoto. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Buffy said quietly to him, and herself, making sure to reassure it was the right thing to do.
"Don't be nervous, I'm going to take very, very good care of you." He purred to her.
They drove for a while and Buffy started to wonder where they were going, she was beginning to freeze, she was shuddering uncontrollably when he noticed. He deftly shrugged off his beloved duster, and handed it to her.
"If you're cold, pet."
She put it on and moaned into the soft warmth of the leather. It smelled so much of him, she wanted it all for herself, she could use this in her times of need so many times before.
"If you want me to leave you two alone." Spike chuckled lightly.
"It's so wonderful."
"Ah, yes. The allure of the duster has taken her, she is gone forever." He laughed again, wondering if he would get his treasure back.
Finally at their destination he slowed down on a beach parking lot. He got out of the car and went around and opened her door. They walked out onto the sand and towards the caves that adorned the far right side of the beach.
"Spike, I don't know if this is such a good idea, the things we are going to do...on sand? It might get in places I can't reach."
"Don't worry, luv. It's all set up."
She wondered what that meant, but decided to trust Spike. Whoa, did that sound weird. Trusting Spike was so not what she thought she would ever do. But it seemed okay, so she went with it. He led her into the mouth of the largest cave, but she couldn't see anything. Until they reached the very end, and she was breathless. Candles adorned all ledges and where placed into the sand with care. A large, soft blanket was on the ground, this is were all naughty things would take place she assumed, the blanket providing protection from all things sandy and evil. She had no idea, that something so devilish could be so romantic. It left her winded to thing of all the wicked things they would do.
"Wow, this is...wow." She said to him, unable to form words.
"Betcha never thought old Spike could pull this off, huh?" He said with a smug grin.
"No one has ever done, anything like this for me. I mean no one." She said to him, it was to much for her and she had to break down. A single tear escaped her lids, and she was happy. For once in this terrible year, she was happy and it was because of her enemy.
"I'm guessing that this was a bad idea." Spike said to the suddenly quiet blonde.
"NO! No, Spike, this is too wonderful. I couldn't even ask for something like this, it's just that it made me so happy. Ya know, tears of joy. Thank you, for all of this."
"Oh believe me, baby, this is no where near all your getting." Spike said, under an aroused haze she had caused him. He had made her happy, and this was getting to him...more than he could imagine.
She walked to him in her feline grace, and he accepted her into his strong, lithe arms. There kisses, would have killed others, but only made them push harder. In this atmosphere you would think, it would be all sweet and caring, but with these two...there joining would be hard and threatening. He ran his hand up and down her almost bare back. He slowly untied her bikini top, first the tie around her back and then the one around her neck. The scrap of fabric fell to the sandy floor she was exposed to the cool, salty air. Her twin peaks became sharp with the breeze so she pushed her self close to him so they brushed against his chest. She moaned into his bruising mouth, and he smiled. She ripped off his shirt and showed him she could be cocky just as well.
Spike growled and tore off her grass skirt and bikini bottom leaving her bare to him. They broke off from the kiss that seemed to have lasted for eons and stared at each other. She reached down to unbutton him panted but he stopped her.
"Remember? Its all about you, cutie."
He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the blanket placed in the sand. After laying her down, she gazed up at him through her lashes, bashful in her nudity. Under his scrutinizing stare, she blushed and tried to hid herself.
"Buffy, don't ever, ever be ashamed of how you look. You are exquisite."
With that he descended on her mouth and pleased it with his own. Using all the tricks he had learned over the last century and before. She grew more aroused than she ever knew she could be, and she loved it.
She wrapped her legs around his jean-clad pelvis, he wet heat soaking into his netherlands. This made him thrust into her bare body, which in turn, made her loudly groan into his pleasure working mouth. She had never felt so tingling happy, so alive. Every part of her body sang with joy and bliss.
He crawled down her body to her center, and touched it just once. She ground her teeth, screaming for him to do it again, so he did as she commanded. Rubbing, circling, and stroking, coaxing until she melted in his hands. She mumbled uncontrollably, making it impossible for him to understand her, but he didn't care. The first touch of his tongue on her hot bud, was enough to send her over. He didn't clean up, knowing it would be too much contact for her to take. Her eyes rolling back in her head from her vast expanse of an orgasm made him beam with happiness.
Before she could recover he unbuckled his belt and pulled down him jeans. Kicking off his boots then his pants, he kneeled before her in his alabaster glory. She looked at his grace through hooded eyes, and was amazed. She never knew someone so striking existed, and she wanted him for her own, forever.
The tip of his manly being prodded at her entrance, she allowed him in with a jump of her hips. And it was his turn to cry out. Her heat enveloped him, and he was alive again. The very feel of her walls crushing him so utterly, was too much for him to bear. It was the same for her, a collective whimper echoed throughout the cave. However, she wanted to be in control this time.
Buffy flipped them over so she was on top, and began to ride him in a steady pace. They ground their hips together in a balanced rhythm, and each began to wonder if they would find this anywhere else. She rode him to the brink of exaustion, and he knew it.
It was his turn to be the ringleader so he flipped them over, she wrapped her legs around his waist to change the angle. He thrust harder then she had and faster too. The pace and feel of his penis hitting her inner most spot was too much for the both of them, crying out in time they came together.
After coming down from the post-orgasmic high, Buffy licked up and down his neck. She began to wonder where he had been turned, where his life had been sucked from him.
"Where was it? Where did she do it?" She asked him, still licking over the span of his pail neck.
"Right there." He moaned.
She teased him with her tongue and lightly bit it with her soft human teeth. She knew it was killing him to stay in control, and she liked it.
"Slay--Don'--I--Oh God--" He stammered, he couldn't hold back anymore. He jumped on top of her and drove himself into her. Pumping his cock into her hard and fast she was mesmerized by the sure determination he had in his eyes. He wasn't holding back and she was glad, she had been waiting for this. When Angel had taken her, he had been kind and gentle. He treated her like a china doll, something he could break, when she knew he wanted to get rough with her. Spike, however, knew she could take any kind of wonderful abuse he served to her. It felt so good to have this kind of physical relationship again, it was hard, brutal, and fierce. Just the way she wanted it.
He looked her in the eyes with a wicked grin.
"How do you like it?" Spike asked, biting down on the mark he had spotted, from the master. "Or maybe..." He moved to the other side. "I should just make my own."
She knew she shouldn't let him, but...it would feel so good.
"On Friday. You can on Friday."
This stopped his motions.
"Why'd you stop?" Buffy asked him sweetly. She didn't realize the meaning of her words, she had just said she would let him mark her. And that was unimaginable.
"Are you serious?" Spike asked her.
"Yea, I figure, I'm getting more out of this than you are...so it will be like a thank you."
With that, he pushed his mouth onto her and plunged his tongue in to her mouth at the same time his dick went into her velvety core. He couldn't stop thinking about what she had said, the acceptance he never thought he would receive from her, but he just did. This went on for hours, upon hours. She left just before 5:30, knowing she would have to go home. With a silent kiss they parted, conscious they would meet again that night at the Bronze.
When she arrived home she jumped into the shower, not scrubbing only rinsing, to keep his scent on her just so she could smell it. She then got dressed for the day, not caring she didn't get any sleep last night. Aware of what she did was enough to relax her for school.
A/N--New chapter will be up soon, I am very excited to write the movie theme. Sorry this chapter took me so long to get up...Don't have that much time on my hands...Review!!!