Chp.52
I Can Feel It
All other information is in the first chapterThey embrace, standing in front of the open door. His hand caresses her skin, thumbs lightly drawing circles against her abdomen.
Spike's hands grab hold of her, and Buffy suddenly finds herself facing a very empty, very large and comfy looking bed. She hears the sound of the door clicking shut as Spike's foot stretches out behind him and nudges it to a close.
She sighs, and tries to take a step away from her vampire.
His hands grab her waist, and tug her back into his embrace. His embrace becomes tighter around her as she tries to step away again. "Uh, uh, uh," Spike admonishes in her ear. "Not ready for you not to be here, Slayer," he whispers, breathing cool air over the shell of her ear.
She feels his smile as he leans his head on her shoulder. She smiles in turn, trying to keep tears from falling down her cheeks. "I wasn't going very far, just to right over there." She points to the unoccupied bed, and quietly giggles.
She can't believe that he'd actually remembered what she'd told so long ago, when he'd ask if she wanted him to leave. "I can't believe that you actually remembered that lame excuse."
His grip loosens slightly, and she feels another breath play over the skin of her neck.
"Remember lots of stuff, Luv. That's just one of the few moments I'd lay in that dank, dark basement of yours and replay over and over in my mind, those last few months." He places a tiny kiss on her neck. "Couldn't forget it, not even if I wanted to."
Her hands find the ones still drawing indefinable pictures on her stomach, and she squeezes them in gratitude.
While still in his grasp she walks awkwardly to the edge of the bed. Sitting lightly on the bed, Spike comes to a standstill between the v her legs make. His eyes gleam as he looks down on her. He smiles, and pushes a strand of hair back behind her ear. His hand comes down to rest against the flushed skin on her cheek, his fingers draw circles over the softness. "Such a thing of beauty," he sighs, as he looks upon the features of her unblemished face.
Buffy smiles, her eyes shining brightly as she gazes into the penetrating, blue gaze of his.
With the gaze of love, and the bright smile she gives him, he can't resist her any longer, and leans down to place a kiss on her pouting lips. They gaze into each other then close their eyes together.
She feels herself being pushed, gently to lie on her back, and the comforting crush of him as he blankets himself over the top of her.
Spike's fingers find their way into her hair, and she lets a gasp escape into his mouth as they start to massage her scalp.
The magic fingers of Spike, Mmmm! She thinks as the shock of his touch runs shivers down her heated body.
His body slips casually off of her, and to the side, with his fingers still in the honeyed locks of her hair. As he looks at her lying there all flushed, his hands find better places to be and are removed from her head. Those magic hands find their way to her neck, and shoulders, and lightly caress the length of skin between her neck and the curve of her shoulder.
He slowly breaks the kiss making his way down her chin, and across her neck. He places nips, and kisses strategically along the path to where his fingers paint pictures on her skin.
His nose pushes the strap of her tank down her arm, as he kisses along her shoulder and the slope to her arm, and back to his starting point. His mouth latches onto the pulse point on her neck, and he sucks on it earnestly.
A tiny whispered sigh of, "OH! God Spike" reaches his ears, although just a sigh, it seemed as if it were a scream to him, and he sucks on her skin a little harder. Making her squirm up against him.
Her tiny hands find his chest and push him away slightly. She wants to feel him, and the leather and cotton of his clothing are in her way. She shoves the duster down his arms, and reaches for his shirt.
He struggles valiantly to get the offending leather off of his body, as Buffy tugs on the cotton of the black shirt underneath it.
When at last the leather of his precious duster is lying in a shiny, black heap on the floor, Buffy's hands find purchase on his shirt and nearly rip it from his body, and over his head. It lands on top of the duster without ceremony as she throws it.
She caresses his chest and abdomen, her gaze taking all of him in. From the blue of his eyes to the six-pack of abs leading her gaze to the waistband of his black jeans.
She slowly slides her hands back up his body, and they find purchase around his neck to bring him back to her lips.
He breaks the kiss, looking her over. Her hairs all disarrayed, desire shines in her green eyes, and her lips are swollen from his kisses. He's never seen anything more beautiful than his Buffy in this moment.
His hand plays at the hem of her shirt, as he leans his head against the other hand. "Want to feel you. Feel you against me," He breathes out, as his hand grips the blue fabric and slides it up her torso. He slowly reveals the golden toned skin inch by inch, and his gaze devours it.
His head drops, and his free hand grabs the garment tossing it over his shoulder onto the growing pile of apparel now on the floor beside the bed.
Spike's fingers finds the skin of her stomach, and he rubs and caresses every bit of it as he guides it to her breast. The process seems as if it takes a lifetime, but he had to feel every bit of skin that has been revealed to him.
She sighs, as she finds the intense blue of his gaze on her where he traces her ribs with a finger. "What are you doing?"
"HMM." His eyes glance briefly to her peeved expression. "Touching, feeling, loving, and memorizing, Luv." With each word his finger has traced a different rib. "Want to remember every inch of you." His gaze returns to the play of his fingers along her skin.
She shrugs her shoulders, and lies back down. Her hands come up to rest under the back of her head, and she stretches languidly under the enjoyable touch of his hands.
Fingers finished with the exploration of her ribs, his touch glides up in under the curve of her breast, and follows the sensitive curve of it.
His finger draws light circles around it, and he watches in fascination as the dusky pink of the tip hardens to a ridged peak.
He takes in a deep breath, looking up at the closed lids of his lady, and slides his hand up to cover the soft, roundness of her. The caress brings a gasp from her throat, and his eyes start to shine as small self-satisfied smirk crosses his lips
God! How he could listen to that little displacement of air for the rest of eternity.
Her hand softly, brushes against the jean covered hardness of his erection. Causing a loud groan to escape from his throat.
The guttural, almost feral groan gives her goose bumps, and her hand gives him another firmer brush. She smiles as she gets the reaction she had been waiting for. Another, yet louder groan.
His hand squeezes her breast, as the sensation runs over him. "God, Luv. You keep doin' that, an' I'm not gonna be able to keep this slow," he growls through tightly, clenched teeth, as she gives his manhood a good squeeze.
"Who said anything about going slow, Fang Face," she quips, with a huge smile on her face.
His eyes flash briefly to the yellow of his demon, as he looks up at her. "Haven't heard that one in awhile, Slayer, don't rightfully care if I ever do again," he growls in warning. "And to answer your insipid question, I did. Now lay down and enjoy it like a good little slayer."
As he'd been talking Buffy's hand found it's way down to the button on the waistband of his jeans, and deftly unbuttoned it.
His eyes roll behind closed lids, as he gently slaps away her fingers that are trying to get between his skin, and the tight band around his waist. He brings his own finger up and waves it reprimandingly in her face.
She watches in fascination at his gesture, then watches as his hand comes back down to rest on the fullness of her breast. Her eyes close again, as he slides his hand over the skin it lies upon.
"You're being a naughty, little slayer."
"Just trying to get what I want, Vampire," She answers, smugly.
"Oh, Luv. You'll get that and a lot more than you're bargaining for." He smirks, and returns to the slow tracing of her breast, and downward. The hand comes to rest on the waistband of her pants. Fingers fiddle with the clasp. With a flick of the fingers the clasp is undone, and the zipper slides down as he gently pulls the fabric apart.
"Hey, that's not fair," she huffs with a pout of her lips.
"Never said that love and war were fair, Goldilocks." He smiles lasciviously at her, as his hand finds its way under the strap of her panties, and caresses the bump of her stomach and down further to the curls at the apex of her legs. "Now for the second time! Just lie there, and feel. Feel me touching you, sweetheart." The last word comes on a whisper, as his mouth comes to play in the valley of her breasts, and then makes a trek down her ribs, where he nibbles on each one separately.
The nibbling makes her squirm against him. Which in turn makes him harden more against the restraint of his zipper.
"I need you, Buffy," he mumbles quietly against the flesh of her stomach, as her fingers run through his hair, making it fall in loose curls along his scalp.
"You have me. Do as you wish, Luv." She smirks at the nickname usually reserved for her only. She couldn't stop herself from saying it. It had just slipped out, but seemed to fit so well.
At the endearment, his hand slips further down into her pants, and starts to run his fingers through the curls. He knows just a bit farther down there are no curls to play in, and at the thought of it he has to reach down and un-zip the zipper on his own jeans. The restriction was getting to be unbearable, as the zipper falls he springs free, and breathes out a sigh of total relief.
With all of the squirming she'd been doing, Somehow Buffy had wriggled her own pants down onto her hips. With the confinement of her legs, she huffs out a breath, and pushes him away from her.
He looks up at her with a stricken and disappointed expression. Just like her to get a bloke all hot and bothered, and then take off with the virtue fluttering.
She slowly stands up, moving from the edge of the bed, and the lump of discarded clothing she'd stood up on. Glancing over her shoulder with a wicked little gleam in her eye, she smirks at him.
Before a protest can come from his mouth, she starts to slowly push the pants down her legs. As she bends, her legs stay firmly locked, giving him a view of her ass as she wriggles out of the tight fabric.
He finally gets what she's doing and sits up on the pillows of the bed, placing his arms in a relaxed position behind his head.
The pants find their way slowly, and methodically on to the floor, and she bends straight-legged in front of him.
He thought that he couldn't get any harder than he already is, but watching her as she strips only for him. The hardness becomes unbearable.
"Come 'ere." Watching her still bent, her ass in his face, he can't take anymore, he needs to touch her, feel her, surrounding him.
She stands up, looking over her shoulder at him the wicked gleams still in her eyes. "But," she smiles, "I've still got these to go." Her fingers trace the waist of the thongs still on her nearly naked body, and she very slowly starts to push them down her legs.
"You little tease," he growls as he watches, and slowly stands. Two can damned well play this game, but he's too damned impatient to take his time, and with world record speed, he stands beside the bed naked as the day he'd been born.
She turns from her striptease as she hears the rustling of Spike behind her. Her eyes slowly devour every inch of the chiseled planes of his body. She could stare at him for the rest of her life and never in a million years get tired of the scenery.
He stalks the two steps to her side, and she wonders at it. How he could stalk her with just two steps, she hasn't any idea, but that's the only word she could use to describe the movement and manner of his body.
He comes to stand in front of her, his arms closing around her waist; he walks her backwards to the edge of the bed. Gently pushing her, she sits, and he keeps pushing until she lies flat across it.
He slowly crawls up her body, and languidly lies on top of her. His lips find hers, and her hands find his body. They skim and caress all of the right places, at least she thinks so from the way he's moaning and groaning against her mouth.
Her fingers caress farther down his body until they find what they have been aiming for. The groans that come from her lover make her smile as she starts to stroke him.
"Fuck, Luv," he growls through clenched teeth. "Need to be..." His sentence is broken as the tip of him brushes, softly over the damp folds between her thighs.
She knows just how to make him squirm. He pushes against her, with a groan. She teases him, making the groan come out louder. The flicking of his tip against her slickness drives him insane. And she knows it.
With a more insistent, and persistent push, she lets him slide through her hands and into her.
He stills just for a moment, savoring the feeling of being sheathed in her again, and then sinks completely into her, with a growl. "Sweet, bloody hell," he hisses against her neck.
Buffy's tiny, little gasps, spur him on into more movement, and she starts to move in cadence with him. They move with synchronicity. Slow, languid, loving, with soft caresses, sweet words of devotion, and long, slow, breathtaking kisses.
With their bodies talking, their first climaxes take them by surprise. Their eyes meet in wonderment, as they reach their own kind of heaven. They hadn't been ready, didn't want it to end so suddenly. They'd known that it would inevitably end, but the revelation didn't mean that it had to.
With whispers of each other's names on their lips. They ride the waves of pleasure at the same moment.
(And finally what you guys have been waiting 52 chapters for. Please tell me that it was good. Cause I've been typing this thing for nearly four hours. Nine pages of outline, not all of this was written down. So you could imagine what it actually turned out to be on paper. Did I say that the outline was written on college rule notebook paper? Anyway, let me know what you thought.)