Blackout

Chapter 6- Moonlit Passion

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He had her up against the wall, the light of the moon illuminating the small corner of the room where the door was. He was happily sedated by the small glow that was making it possible to enjoy the outline of her body, watching as small beads of sweat slid down her chest.

He was buried deep inside of her, had been for a long while now. The room was stifling hot, and their flesh banging against each other was making it all the more hotter. He didn't mind though…not in the least bit.

She sounded almost delirious, her words had long since stopped making sense. He could barely make out her murmurs now, the sound of his name only slightly distinguishable. He couldn't remember ever having this effect on someone. The way they were drawn to each other was pure animalistic. He felt like a beast taking over its' prey. He liked it.

His legs and arms were growing tired from holding her up, but he had no intention of laying her on the dirty floor so he just forced his muscles to work harder.

He slammed his body into her as she begged for more. Her fingernails were digging deeply into his back and he knew that she was drawing blood, he didn't mind.

She mumbled something in his ear…

"what's that, love?" He asked, nervous that he'd lost control, that he'd been to forceful, that he'd hurt her…

"Harder!" She screamed, as she was ready to erupt….He thrust himself into her, the ache in his muscles quickly forgotten.

This woman is amazing, He thought, as he pushed himself further and deeper into her folds. He was trying to hold on but he could feel the tension building, he was going to come….hard. He needed to push her over the edge…needed to make her…

Without thinking he wrapped his lips around her neck, biting deeply into the soft flesh. He was an animal. He was a fucking animal, but she had turned him into it.

Buffy hadn't expected it. The motion was quick and hard, and as he bit down into her soft flesh. She felt like he was claiming her for his own. It was all she needed to be pushed over the edge. Her body began to convulse rapidly, she'd never felt anything like this before in her life, never known it could be like this…

Spike felt as her body trembled around him, she shook and shook and shook… As she screamed out into the darkness Spike felt his own body shudder inside of her.

His release was sweetly gratifying. He felt numb and languid all at once. Afraid he might drop her he walked over to the counter, still inside of her, as her head lay limp over his shoulder.

He didn't know what to say. Didn't know if he should say anything. He didn't want to pull out of her body, he wished he could just stay there, but in order to rest her comfortably on the edge he had to slide out of her body. She whimpered from the loss of contact.

The room was unbearable now. It was so fucking hot he didn't think he could stand it for much longer. Without the friction of their bodies the sweat that was pouring down his body just didn't seem justifiable.

"Just gonna get me a cig" He said, caressing her face before walking away from her.

Buffy leaned against the wall off the booth once more, finally able to see his body well, as the moonlight grew stronger, making his body radiant. He was Adonis. His thin tight frame flexing as he raised the cigarette to his lips.

She watched as he blew the smoke out of his mouth, his lips pressing together…the way he bit down on his jaw as he looked at her. No need for words now. This was as good as it got.

Buffy couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed when she felt the cold brush of air hit her back, as the sound of the air conditioning kicked in and the lights began to flicker on.

She looked over to where he stood and something in the way his eyes looked made her think she would never see him again. He was pensive looking, very serious. He leaned back a moment, grateful for the cool air that was coming out of the vent behind him.

As he picked her clothes up off of the floor to carry over to her he struggled with words in his mind, the things he wanted to tell her. He could think of none.

He smiled as he dressed, watching as she pulled her own clothes on. He looked at his watch.

2:10am.

Is your phone working? He asked, as she fumbled with keypad.

"Battery's dead."

She said, looking once more into his eyes.

He felt an ache in his heart that he couldn't describe. He knew he was being ridiculous. There was no way he could love this woman, he hardly knew her- Not in the conventional way.

In a primal way though, some basic human level, he knew her more than he'd known anyone ever before. He knew what drove her, what made her function, what made her scream.

"May I see you safely to your hotel?" He asked, almost shyly.

"I was kind of planning on it." She said, looking through her bags and trying to keep whatever wasn't destroyed. "The brownies and cookies are done for…but ooh look…one bottle of wine left!"

He smiled at her as she combined the bottle of wine, the wine opener, and a few of the other products she'd purchased into one bag. Tossing everything else into the garbage bin on the far wall.

"Knew it couldn't last forever pet, but I want you to know….tonight…well…it was special. I've never…"

"Spike. You don't have to say it. I know"

And out into the moonlit night they walked.

TBC

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Okay…I've been a bad, bad girl. I really intended on getting this done much sooner, but I had midterms all last week and couldn't help some of the other screwballs life threw me. I hope this was worth the wait. There's still some more. Let me know what you think.

Quick Announcement- I'm so pleased to announced that Blackout has been nominated for a Spuffy Award at Flesh-for-fantasy. It's my first nom, and I'm very happy!