Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.53
All the Right Places
Everything else you need to know is in the first chapter
(A.N. I realize this chapters been a long time in coming. I've probably lost all of the readers for this story, but on the off chance. Here's another one.)
He rolls to his side, Buffy still wrapped tightly in his embrace.
Her panting has slowed to barely audible puffs of breath as she looks up into his bright, blue, gaze. The lazy smile of satisfaction on his face makes her puffing turn into a sweet, gentle smile.
She sighs heavily as she stretches luxuriously, and languidly against his chest. Her gaze connects back to his. "I really don't want to bring this up, but…"
His fingers come up to lightly brush over her kiss swollen lips. The gesture shuts her up effectively, and she looses her words against his palm. "Shh, Luv." His words just as light as the fingers gliding down her cheek.
"Spike, come on! You… and again!"
At his suggestive leer, she sighs and forgets the words she was about to blurt out.
She watches intently as his hands rove ravenously over her body. Sighing when he touches all of the right places.
His head comes up from her stomach, and he catches her gaze. "You do realize, Luv." He arches his eyebrow as his appraising eyes roam over her torso. "It's been way to bloody long since I've been able to touch like this."
She doesn't have to will to reply to his words. Hell, she doesn't even have a clue as to what he'd just whispered to her. His hands are everywhere. Touching, feeling, probing, and worshipping every inch of skin they can get to.
Her body instantly reacts to his nearness. Sending gooseflesh up her arms, and down her spine.
Her mind drifts back to a time she wishes she couldn't remember. When they'd first started whatever it had been. When she'd pushed him away when he'd try to be anything but brutal with her. Now she cherishes every touch he can bestow upon her being.
The next few hours are spent in ecstasy. They try to remember all the places on each others bodies that can make them sigh, and scream, until Buffy finally remembers that she'd been trying to have a conversation with him.
"Spike?" His fingers come up to hush her again, but she gently pushes them away. She isn't going to give in this time, no matter how badly she wants too.
His shoulders slump in defeat, and a pout complete with the sad, puppy eyes ghosts across his face. "Go, on Pet."
"You know that we'll have to get up sometime." If she's going to ruin the mood, she might as well ruin it, but good. "Giles will want the whole story about how we came back from the land of delusion. You know he'll want to jump right back up on that wagon we call research."
His hand comes up to run through his disheveled hair, as his gaze meets hers. "Sure know how to ruin the afterglow there, Pet. Now don't you?" His body slides, slowly down the headboard, as his head falls against his chest in complete defeat. "Just wanted to spend some quality time with my girl, and all." His eyes glisten with all of the Spikey mischievousness as he looks over to her with hooded eyes.
"I'm just saying…" His hand slides sensually down her hip. "Ungh!" Her hand follows the path of his and catches it firmly in a slayer grip. "I'm being serious, here." Her eyes turn a steely, resolved glint into his as she speaks.
His free hand comes up to play under the curve of her breast. "I am too, Luv." His eyes turn a smoky, gray/blue color as he watches his hand play idly over the sensitive skin.
"Damn it, Spike. If don't go down there pretty soon. You know that someone or everyone will be up here."
As her words take effect in his love-addled brain, his hands slowly leave the enticing vicinity of her body. "Can see the logic in that, Pet." He gives her a lop-sided grin, and slides his body back over hers. " One more time isn't gonna hurt though, is it?"
She starts to give into his charms again, as his body starts to slide rhythmically over her own.
Her hand comes up to play in the soft curls at the nape of his neck.
A knock at the door interrupts the next bout of their lovemaking. "See I told you," she says as his tongue starts to make a path down her body.
His sighs, sliding off of her and groping at the side of the bed for his jeans. "Right you did, Sweetheart." He mumbles as he makes his way over to the door, and opens it.
"Buffy?"
"Oh, bloody great!" Is the greeting the man gets at the door as it is opened in front of his face.
"He didn't send the cavalry, Luv. Had to come up here himself." Spike turns to look over at the beauty struggling with his black t-shirt.
The tone of sarcasm in his voice makes Buffy chuckle through the dark fabric that she's trying to hastily get on her body.
The door slips from the vampire's hand as he watches the woman across the room.
"Spike!" The knocking starts again as the door closes in the watcher's face.
"Oi, watcher, let the lady get descent at least."
Buffy can just hear Giles cleaning his glasses.
"Yes, well. I would've preferred that you didn't shout that information." Giles retorts through the wooden partition that had recently been shut in his face.
"Come on, Rupes. You knew what was happenin' up here long before you decided to come up here. So shut your big gob," Spike shouts as he makes his way back to the door, and practically tears it off of the hinges.
(Well I hope you guys enjoyed. Check out my other story 'I Remember You'.)