Spinning The Wheel 28 - Long Time Dead

Buffy took the cup from Spike's hands and set it down on the small table.

He watched her every move and realized that his hands were trembling a little with anticipation.

Despite himself, his fingers slid up her arms and he twirled a strand of her hair around his index finger.

"You really sure about this?" he asked carefully, still a little unsure if it was the right thing to do. Fear shone in his eyes and Buffy entwined her fingers with his, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I know that you're scared. This is new for me, too, but I really want it."

For now that was all he needed. He might be a weeping idiot with a whole truckload full of issues to work on but he, too, had hormones that leapt into the driver's seat occasionally. So he took her face between his hands and pulled her closer against his body. He looked up into her eyes and she held his gaze with a reassuring steadiness.

The kiss was slow and sweet, just like their first one. Her lips were hot lava melting into glacier ice. It's been a long time since he'd been kissed or since he'd kissed someone like this.

Spike tilted his head to one side and deepened the kiss a little. His tongue darted out to carefully probe at her lips, begging for entrance.

She welcomed him, nipping slightly at his lower lip before letting his tongue slide against hers and into her mouth.

Buffy gave a little whimper and leaned more into him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers brushing against the nape and through the short curls there. It sent goosebumps all over his body and she could feel his skin tingle beneath her fingers.

The young man let out a quiet moan - stifled by her lips pressed against his - as her thigh rubbed slightly against some very sensitive body parts.

At that, Buffy broke away from him, panting a little. "Did I hurt you?" she asked, her voice ragged and shaky.

"What?" Spike looked up at her. His eyes had darkened a little and he didn't look quite so tired anymore.

"Did I hurt you?" she repeated, her face set in a concerned frown.

"Oh… that..." he nodded. "No, no. You didn't." he breathed, a little chuckle on the exhale.

"Good." she smirked down at him, running her hand over his neck and down his chest.

He blinked, staring right into her green eyes. Quietly, he hoped that she would see how incredible good he felt right now, see the energy and the passion cursing though his system. He would never be able to find the right words for it, his poetic and song-writing skills be damned. This was beyond words, beyond everything he had ever felt - especially in the last couple of years.

It was sort of a warm feeling, spreading in his belly; the flames quickly devouring his entire body It was the sun in spring after a hard and cold winter; it was hot chocolate sauce on vanilla ice-cream ; it was.. definitely too much to think about.

And that - it - was also a part that he believed to be long time dead. Not that he 'couldn't' - god forbid, he might be pathetic but not that pathetic - it just didn't feel as good as it did now with her weight pressing against it.

"I love you." he said then, quietly and in a hushed tone as if it was something holy.

Buffy looked at him for a long moment, the a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "And? Did it hurt?" And this time she didn't talk about body parts.

"Yeah." he plucked a strand of hair that had come undone behind her ear, smiling now, too. "But sort of in a good way."

She beamed at him. "I take that as a compliment." She leaned back into him, brushing her lips against his like butterfly wings, but he pushed her back a little to look into her face.

"Thank you." he said simply, an unreadable expression on his feature.

She frowned at that and slumped down a little. "For what?

"

"For..." he hesitated, "for this. For... being with me despite this." His hand ran over the armrests of the wheelchair. "For.. doing these things to me, for making me feel good, for..."

Before he could actually start babbling, she took his face between her hands and crushed her lips down on his, taking his breath away. The kiss deepened quickly, she melted into him, pressing her body almost flush against his.

His warm hands roamed over her back, trying to memorize every curve and dip he could reach. His fingers raked through the open part of her hair, pulling her as close as possible. He wanted to touch her, feel her, know that she was really there and that it wasn't just some sort of weird dream he was trapped in. If it turned out now that it was just exactly that, he would go clinically insane. He wouldn't be able to bear opening his heart and soul to another person and then being laughed at. Not ever again. He was too fragile and he would only hope that Buffy knew and understood that.

He was drowning in her, totally lost to the sensation of the kiss. So much that his hands traveled down her back and rested on her butt, pulling her body closer with every available inch.

They were interrupted by a polite clearing of a feminine throat. Apparently, Buffy didn't hear it. Spike pulled away first, looked at the person and colored brightly.

"Joyce." his voice was a little raspy.

"Joyce?" Buffy's head jerked up as she stared at him for a moment. Then the thought filtered through her brain. "Joyce... Mom!" she whipped around and stared at her mother who's amused gaze rested on the previously smooching couple.

"Seems like the two of you made up." A smile tugged at her lips as Buffy blushed as well.

"You wouldn't believe it, if we said 'no', would you?" The blonde heard Spike chuckling in her ear quietly as he took his hands away from her butt.

"Kinda not, no. Why don't you come inside. It's pretty chilly out here."

"Yeah, I... didn't notice." Buffy replied with a sideways glance at Spike.

"Guess we were... busy." he added and buried his face in her hair, nuzzling at her neck a little.

She shivered at his touch, totally oblivious of Buffy's mother again. "A little, yeah." She wriggled her butt in his lap and he squirmed beneath her. "We better go inside. You're still drenched. Don't want you to catch a cold."

"You're so generous." He smirked up at her.

"Yes, I am."

As rough start, followed by a rosy and candy-covered interlude go, they weren't necessarily brought to a happy ending.

It could also end with a massive flu and Buffy playing nurse for almost an entire week.