"Spike, welcome back." She smiled that rare, warm smile for him, only for him. Returning it, his bi-colored eyes were momentarily the same shade of warm brown, his love for her evident within them. She saw his coat and hair both damp from the outside rain, and a burn on one sleeve that had not been there before. Usually they partnered on missions, but lately, Spike had been sent with a new recruit, someone he'd befriended and trained himself.
"Julia," he said, and that was all the invitation she needed before rushing into his waiting arms, that strong embrace that always smelled of blood and gunpowder. They both lived killer's lives, neither denied it, but the love they shared was untainted by such things; a pure, fragile thing to be cherished and protected. Even though she did not accomany him on Syndicate business anymore, they both knew they could always return to this apartment, and find the other waiting there.
She twined her arms about his neck and kissed him passionately, opening her mouth to him eagerly and locking tongues in a playful battle for dominance that he always won. For him she tossed aside the cold, reserved persona she wore like armor, and was transformed into the affectionate, passionate woman he loved. Her tempered-steel soul and calm nature complimented the fire that never failed to arouse him more fully than any woman he had known, and Spike Spiegal always marveled at just how complex a woman she was.
One arm possessively about her waist, he moved them both to the bed, lying her down with a gentleness that didn't quite belie the fierce need he had of her, of her woman's touch. Shifting so as not to burden her with too much of his weight, he gripped her throat lightly in a show of mock-dominance, and kissed her deeply, leaving her breathless and panting as he withdrew.
She pulled him down hard onto her body, arching against him and wrapping her leather-clad legs about his back. Biting hard into his throat, she marked and aroused him with her aggression. Leaning down on his elbows, he freed one hand to tangle in her long, silken gold strands, pulling her head back for another mind-jolting kiss. She felt the tingle run from her lips down to her belly in a languid, liquid crackle of energy, and already could feel her soft feminine parts dampening and swelling in response.
Reaching down with his other hand, Spike soon discovered the same, and she released a breathy pant at the warmth of his breath against her newly-bared breasts. Goosebumps shivered their way down her arms and torso at his touch, soon followed by a violent quiver and gasp as Spike's hand wandered down further, skilled fingers bringing her quickly to full arousal, and aching for him to enter her.
He waited a few agonizing moments more before doing so, and when she finally felt that hard heat sliding so deeply within her, her eyes filled with tears. He did this to her every time, and always this first moment of perfect union made her feel she could die of the pleasure.
He moved for such a long time within her that she lost track, aware only of the moments between each blissful thrust, the few seconds of emtpiness before being filled again. And as he shuddered to a spectacular finish within her, and they both lay panting and spent in the tangled sheets, she knew that this kind of perfection could never last. She was right.
Author's Notes: First lemon scene, and so many more to come, hopefully with enough room for the plot!! XD; If anyone is interested in beta reading, I'd love them to email me one of the two chapters revised by them (changes marked in a manner of their choosing). Please review, and the chapters will come out a lot more quickly, as I'll be more motivated to write them.