Blackout

Chapter 7- Rinse and repeat

It was just about 3:00 in the morning when they got back to the hotel. There were no cabs to hail, no subways working, and some of the street lights were still on. Some city blocks were fully lit, while others revealed not a flicker of light. Broadway was still fairly dim. There was some lights from inside of the buildings, but the flashy Billboards that had never slept were dark as night. Luckily for Buffy, the Marriott Marquis seemed to be running strong.

As they approached the building Spike considered whether or not he should follow her in. He'd hoped for an invitation, but didn't want to be too presumptuous. He watched as she moved a head of him slightly, looking as her hips swayed sexily, even after the ordeal they'd been through to get there. It was a wonder she could walk at all with the shoes she'd been wearing.

"Aren't you coming in?"

"Just enjoying the view, pet…" He smirked at her, as he followed lazily behind.

As they entered the lobby it was much more alive then she could imagine. Staffers were running around with trays of water and food, pushing carts through the lobby, while drunken executives stumbled there way into the hotel.

The elevators were working, which was a blessing- because Buffy was dying to get out of her heels.

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As they entered her room they found a tray of sandwiches placed in the entryway of the foyer. On it was a note from the staff apologizing for any inconvenience the blackout may have caused.

The first thing Buffy did was check the adjoining room to see if Dawn was there, but it was dark and empty inside. As she was about the panic she saw a note by the telephone, beside a semi- burned candle.

Sis,

I'm with Connor in his room. Couldn't stand to be alone. And yes….we're behaving! Hope you get here safe. See you in the morning.

-Dawn

"My sister's okay…she's with a friend."

"Glad to hear it…everything's alright then?"

As she turned to look at him she took in all of his features, the deep blue of his eyes, sparkling in the dimly lit room, she hadn't bothered to turn on the lamps that were bedside. She turned a bit over, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

"Oh God!"

"What?"

"I just realized how disgusting I look!"

He laughed a little, walking over to her and leaning in close to her ear. "Not possible, love. You're simply beautiful."

She smile was taken aback a little. This new sense of sexuality she was feeling was strange to her, especially since she'd sobered up. She knew what she wanted to say, but she was self conscious- as if this man hadn't seen her naked just over an hour ago. As if he hadn't been thrust up inside of her, making her feel more alive then she'd felt in years.

She struggled with her inner emotions, trying to be the brave woman she'd been in that small room. Feeding off of her desire, and the heat that was already rushing to her face at the mere thought of him within her she moved over to her half unpacked luggage, searching for a clean set of panties, and pulling out a silky nightgown.

She walked towards the bathroom and turned on the light…continued on to turn the knobs of the shower faucet.

Spike listened to the water running and was suddenly aware of how sticky he felt. He thought of how their bodies had bathed in sweat, as their skin crashed into each other again and again. The water sounded like heaven to him, rushing down into the bathtub.

The door was open…he couldn't help but watch her reflection in the mirror as she began to undress. Her flimsy top being pulled over her head…the way her breasts bounced as the material pulled away from them. She noticed him watching her and couldn't help but break a smile. The look in his eyes was that of pure lust.

She understood that look more than he would ever understand. She needed him at that moment…needed him desperately, but she was determined to play this little game. She wanted to draw this out as long as she could. She wanted to make this moment last forever, because she knew that once this night was over she'd be heading back to her reality. The life that awaited her there wasn't exciting, but it was home. She didn't know if she could go back to Riley- that much was still unclear- but soon the normalcy and redundancy of her life would take over, and this would be just a memory.

"Are you going to watch?" She asked.

Spike looked shocked, he'd been in such a daze that he hadn't realized she had caught him looking. "I'm…I'm sorry…I'll just…"

As he turned his head, feeling somewhat foolish, like a peeping tom trying to sneak a peak of his next door neighbor, she called back to him.

"Spike….come here."

He could hear that she was inside of the shower, the echo of her voice muddled by the drops hitting the floor. He averted his eyes much as he could, he didn't want her to be uncomfortable, he just wanted to look at her. She was beautiful in every way.

Her long, lean legs, glistening. Her back was a work of art. He watched as the water settled a moment at the arch, before making the trip down the curvature of her behind. His lips felt dry and parched, feeling as if they hadn't seen water in days. He wanted to taste her…every part of her…as he watched the droplets fall down all the parts of her body.

"You look like you need a shower too…" She whispered, her voice was deep and sultry. "You look…dirty."

Spike swallowed hard, the implications of what she'd said settling in his brain. Oh yeah, he felt…dirty.

"Why don't you come in here and see if we can't clean you up."

His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking his lips as he continued to watch her. He was naked in no time. No need to ask this man twice.

Within seconds he was standing under the lukewarm water with her, feeling her slick skin against him as they kissed under the downpour.

She lathered his body in her sweet smelling soap, and he inhaled deeply. Her hands all over him felt incredible. She continued to bathe him…his chest, his back…his arms. Even after all they had shared, this small gesture seemed more erotic then when he had been thrust up within her.

He took the soap bar from her hand and covered her in the suds. His hands moved softly over her soft supple mounds, causing her to moan in pleasure.

Before long their bodies were covered in soapy delight, sliding against each other as their tongues did battle with each other. They were lost in each other…the rest of the world once again forgotten.

TBC

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