Blackout

Chapter 4- 4 Play

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Buffy's back was against the wall, her fingers tangled in the mess of curls on his head.

His lips were on hers, hard and bruising…hungry as their tongues battled each other. She was aware of a low moaning sound around her, and then realized that the sound was her own. She hadn't been kissed like this in a long…no…ever. She'd never been kissed like this in her life.

Spike's mouth was possessive and strong. Claiming her as his own, as his hands surrounded her body. They kissed for what seemed like forever but what must have been only a few minutes, when he pulled back for air.

Both of them were speechless, their breaths coming heavy- as thought they'd both forgotten how to breathe.

He gently placed her back on the floor, looking down at the confusion in her eyes. He wasn't sure what the look on her face meant, so he thought he should approach the subject carefully.

"I'm…sorry." He said, running his own fingers nervously through his hair, still buzzing from her touch only seconds ago. "I got a little…out of hand."

"No…don't be…sorry that is." She struggled with her own emotions. She only wished he wouldn't have stopped, that he was still kissing her right now.

Buffy nervously tugged at the hem of her camisole, adjusting the silky top so as to avoid his eye contact. She looked down at her watch, straining as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

9:00

It was beyond dark outside as she gazed towards the small door on the other side of the room. There was no kind of artificial light coming in from the outside at all. Even if someone had been standing outside of the glass door she wouldn't have been able to see them.

She was lost in her thought as a spark of fire lit up the room. The smell of sulfur permeated around her as the dim light radiated off of his eyes.

"Are you going to smoke in here?"

"Just a quick one pet, I doubt the second hand will affect you in any life altering way by just a few minutes."

Buffy's smile was wasted in the dark. Since the match had blown out his lit cigarette was the only source of light at all- and that didn't really illuminate much of anything. She could tell he was nervous, and she herself wasn't sure how to react.

His kisses were fresh in her mind as she unconsciously reached up to feel her lips, still moist and slightly swollen. Buffy's body was aching from a feeling she hadn't known in a long time. A desire that she'd never felt for Riley. She knew all along that what was missing from their relationship was this spark…the spark she shared with Spike. Now all she had to do was give in to it.

Spike was reflective, inhaling the menthol in deep pulls as his body struggled to regain control. He felt like a damn teenager, the way his body reacted to her most innocent touches. He didn't want to push her, but when her hands started covering his body he no longer could contain himself.

"I didn't mean to push"

"You didn't"

"I've never felt anything like this before."

"I haven't….me neither."

"I want…." Spike was hesitant. He knew this was crazy. They'd only met a few hours ago and already he wanted this girl more than he'd wanted anyone ever before. He didn't even know what he was saying…he didn't know how to say it. None of this was real….still, he didn't care.

"I want to feel you." She said, moving over to where his shadow stood against the wall, the deep blue darkness from outside pouring into the small room and enveloping it in darkness.

He dropped his cigarette to the floor, pushing it towards the door with his foot, and making sure that it was turned out. Before he even knew it her hands were on him once again. Hot and soft, exploring his body with a hunger that he understood all to well. It was the same hunger he was feeling for her.

He didn't wait for her permission…didn't need it. His arms reached down her silky top, caressing the smooth material slowly until he reached the end of the fabric and lifted it slowly over her head.

He half expected her to stop him. That she might come to her senses at any time. She didn't, though. She was savoring every moment as he was.

For the first time since they'd been trapped together Spike cursed the darkness, wishing he could see her. Wanting to gaze at her body, and see the reaction in her eyes as his fingers traced her back, his fingernails slightly grazing her skin causing her to moan in response.

Her lips captured his this time, soft and inviting as she began to mimic his caresses scratching long lines down his muscled back.

He felt as her hands shifted lower, struggling with his belt in the darkness until he was finally freed.

Her hands were wrapped around him before he knew it, caressing him- wanting him.

Buffy had never felt this free before. The darkness was allowing her to be free of all of her previous inhibitions.

She let go of him then, letting her lips graze his neck- biting him softly as she moved lower and lower…down to his chest, her nails digging deeply into his flesh, causing a deep growl to escape from his lips. Lower, and lower she moved…taking him into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around him tightly as she circled her tongue around him.

Spike hadn't known what to expect, but this was more than he could have dreamed. Before he knew it, he was done. His body exploding in sweet release. He felt lightheaded as she moved up his torso again, her lips stopping to play along the way. She moved back up to his neck and bit down hard, pulling his hair in the process. He was hard again.

Buffy didn't know what had come over her, but she liked it. She'd never felt this much in control in her life, and she was ready to let go for once in her life. She tugged at his earlobe with her lips, and whispered into his ear. "My turn."

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TBC

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