CHAPTER 5
Shards
She left him a note and a pile of broken glass.
I'm shattered. Come for me and put me back together.
He picked up a shard and crumbled it in his fingers, licked the blood off. She never could resist a good double entendre these days.
The Wicca birds were, out, he knew, on some sort of spiritual camping trip or such; and the Nibblit was sleeping over at a friend's. Even the whelp and the demon-girl were out of town for a few days, and Watcher-boy was no doubt safely tucked up at home with a cup of tea. She'd planned well.
The scent was heady when he pushed open the door to her house. He wondered what kind of incense she'd gotten for the occasion. "Really going all out, aren't you, Slayer?"
He didn't expect an answer, but he knew where she was. Clomped up the stairs and slowly pushed open the door to her room.
There were candles everywhere, just like in his crypt. She lay on her bed, dressed in an incredibly complex-looking black and cream, lace and leather number he'd never expected to see her wear, even in his wildest dreams. But then again, these days, dreams were getting hard to tell from reality.
She pouted at him. "Don't you like the mood setting?" she asked petulantly.
He grinned. Shrugging off his coat, he saw that there was no incense after all. The smell was all her.
Slowly, carefully, he divested himself of boots, shirt and belt. She ran her fingers up and down her torso, watching him.
"This gonna become a habit, Slayer?" he asked. "You laying here in your bed, fulfilling my wildest fantasies?"
She grinned. "Maybe." Gave a shrug of those beautiful shoulders. "Or maybe I just want you to fuck me."
He laughed out loud at that. "Luv," he said, "you know you don't have to get all dolled up for me to want to shag you bloody senseless. Every waking moment I just want to be inside you."
She didn't seem to be listening. Her eyes were clenched shut all of a sudden. She trembled, a light vibration of her body that he felt in the air.
"Slayer?" he asked. "Buffy?" he tried again, when she didn't respond.
Her eyes shot open. "Shut up and screw me, vampire," she muttered. Dragged him down to her, ripped open his jeans and her own corset. She left her stockings on in her haste to get him inside her. He wondered briefly what on earth happened to the foreplay before surrendering himself to her hot, tight body. They went at it again and again, and each time her screams were louder. But as she slept and Spike lay awake afterwards, they echoed in his brain like the hollow, shrill sounds of glass breaking into millions of useless shards. He didn't think he'd ever be able to fix her.
a/n: I promise it's not all porn ... there'll be a little more plot in the next chapter. Really, I promise ...