Sorry for the long break between posts. I know, I say that a lot but in the last 2 weeks I've worked over 120 hours so time for writing has been hard to come by. I hope this is worth the wait. I should warn you, this chapter is definitely rated M. My apologies for not writing back to everyone who sent in a review, I try to, but my computer and the site have not been agreeing lately.
Again, I own nothing but this particular scenario. All credit goes to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I purposefully kept the scene with Faith short so not to plagiarize. Also my timeline may be off by a day or two, my apologies for any continuity lapses.
Chapter 8 After Dinner
Hanging out at The Bronze with the gang was okay, but that was all she could say. She chose to sit back in a corner because she saw Scott and still felt guilty. So it was only when the couple on the dance floor was pointed out to her that she noticed that the guy was a vampire. As she and her friends rushed outside after them they were amazed to see the brunette start fighting the vamp. Once she borrowed Buffy's stake and finished off her opponent introductions were made and they retreated back to the corner to get to know Faith, the new Slayer in town.
After Oz asked her about her take on werewolves, Buffy got a sinking feeling.
"So Faith, was disco boy the first vamp you dusted in Sunnydale?" she hoped she sounded less tense than she felt.
"Nope, ran into a blond one down by a cheap motel." she shrugged, to emphasize it wasn't a big deal. Buffy worked to control her expression as she felt her stomach tie in knots.
"Did you have to fight it naked?" Xander asked enthusiastically. Cordelia punched him in the arm.
"No, she was dressed." Faith replied with a coy look, she really liked being the center of attention. "She was pretending to be a hooker to catch victims."
Buffy was surprised at the relief she felt to know it wasn't Spike. She stood, "Well, I promised Giles I would patrol tonight, so I should get going."
"You want I should go with B?" Faith offered. "I'd love to see you in action."
"Nah, you stay here, get to know the gang." Buffy waved her off. "I'm meeting Giles at the school Sunday morning for training. Want to meet up then?"
"Sure sounds like a hoot." As Buffy turned to go Faith was already picking up the uneaten muffin she had left behind.
"See you guys." Buffy said quietly, the others already turning to the new Slayer to hear more tales of her derring do.
Knowing Spike was safe for now, not wanting to compound her lies to Giles, and cognizant of the fact that she had missed two nights of patrol she did a quick run through of the closest cemetery. Literally she did run, a tactic she had used in the past. Like most predators vampires are attracted to someone running and will take off after without thinking. It had its risks, it was harder to hear them coming so she could be caught by surprise, but tonight it worked for her. She managed to flush out two fledgling vamps who were still trailing grave dirt behind them.
Her conscience satisfied she took off at a sprint for home.
She burst into her house, "Spike! Are you here?" she yelled once the door was closed and locked behind her.
"In here." he called from the dining room. "You're early pet, couldn't wait to see me?" He was lighting candles on the table. He looked up when she came in, seeing her worried expression he asked, "Buffy, what's wrong?"
"We have a big problem." she said, then stopped and looked at the table. It was set for a formal dinner, with their "company" plates that had survived the zombie attack and silver and covered serving dishes. "Did you cook all this?" she asked amazed.
"Nah, it's takeout, never was much of a cook, even when I did need food. Wasn't a man's place." he snorted. "What's the problem luv?" he asked steering her back to whatever had her in a tizzy when she stormed in.
"There's another slayer in town."
"Yeah, about that, how come suddenly there's two of you. I've been reading up and for all of recorded history there's only been one at a time."
"Remember when I told you the Master killed me?" he nodded. "Well I was only dead for a couple of minutes, but apparently that was long enough to activate the next slayer. So when Dru killed Kendra; Faith, the new slayer, must have been called."
"Right. Important safety note, if you kill a slayer, make sure she stays dead. With the joys of modern medicine we could end up with a whole army of you lot"
"Spike! That's not the take home here."
""Sorry pet, what's the point?"
"What if she finds you?"
"We fight, I win, no problem." He pulled out a chair for her.
"You can't kill her."
"Well, I'm not going to throw myself on her stake. What do you want me to do?" He looked exasperated.
"Just lay low while she's in town. She's only visiting while her watcher is off on some retreat, it shouldn't be too long." She looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Why Slayer, a bloke might think that you cared." He fluttered his lashes at her.
Her mouth hung open for a moment. Did she care? She was almost physically ill when she thought Faith might have already dusted him. But that was just because she had been taken so off guard at the prospect right? She had to think about this, but until she did she wasn't going to admit to anything. "Nooo." she said emphatically. "It's just that I want a rematch with you once I get back up to fighting trim. If anyone is going to dust you in this town it's going to be me."
"Fair enough." he said, he indicated her chair. "Now are you going to eat before this all gets cold?"
"Sorry, yes." She sat, letting him push in her chair, and reached for her napkin, but he grabbed it and spread it on her lap for her. "Where did you find the plates?" she asked as he poured her wine.
"You don't have an attic, so I checked the basement." he said with a shrug. "Salad?" he offered.
"Just a little. This looks really nice Spike, thank you."
"My pleasure. Haven't gotten to romance anyone in a long time, least not what anyone sane would think of as romance." he added as he sat and served himself a smaller portion of salad than hers.
"Maybe if you did this for Dru..."
He shook his head. "Dru has a decidedly different idea of romance, that I won't go into right now." he added when she gave him a quizzical look.
Buffy decided she probably didn't want to know.
"So what does this new slayer look like, so I can steer clear of her?"
"About my height, curvier. Brown hair, long, looks like she wears it loose. Heavy make-up. She was wearing leather pants tonight."
"Are you going to be patrolling with her while she's here?" He asked as he pushed his little bit of salad around on his plate. She suspected he only gave himself some to make her feel less awkward eating in front of him.
"I guess, I hadn't thought about it." She said between mouthfuls.
"Why don't you, then you can just call me, tell me where you'll be and I'll be sure to be elsewhere."
"Yeah, that should work." She felt a little better now that they had some plan in place. She opened her mouth to say something else and the phone rang. "Excuse me." she said as she took another bite of salad and stood.
"You done with that?" he asked, as he also stood.
"Yes."
It was her Mom on the phone. Buffy was relieved to hear she was still planning to stay an extra day after more assurances that it would be fine. Buffy filled her in on the new schedule that she had worked out with Giles, and while Joyce seemed less than thrilled with the prospect of patrolling every night she did like the time set aside for school work. Heading back to the dining room, she realized she hadn't pulled down the sleeves of her top so it would be off the shoulder, so she took a minute to do that and smooth down her hair just a little.
When Buffy got back to the dining room, her salad plate was gone and there was sliced chicken breast in sauce and rice on her plate. "That smells really good."
He noticed the change in her clothing with appreciative eyes. He again held out her chair for her and pushed it in once she sat, his fingers brushed the newly exposed portion of her back.
"There's more if you're really hungry." he said as he took his own seat. "I wasn't sure if this was your only supper tonight, or just a snack."
"This is much better than the soup I had earlier, but this is plenty." She noticed again that he put very little food on his plate, although he did eat a little of this. "This is delicious."
"What did your mum have to say?"
"Just checking on me. But she will be staying the extra night for sure." She smiled shyly at him.
He smiled back, but there was no shyness to it. "Best news I've heard all day." The desire in his eyes lit a fire in her and suddenly she didn't feel hungry, at least not for food.
"You know, maybe I'll just eat this for breakfast." She said as she put her fork down and patted at her mouth with the napkin.
He was standing at her side before she finished scooting her chair back. He held out his hand and when she placed hers in it he pulled her to her feet and covered her mouth with his. His hands on her back pressed her body to his as if he were trying to meld them into one being. Her arms wrapped around his waist, helping to support her as she stood on tiptoes. When he broke off the kiss she was gasping for air. He held her face in his hands and looked at her seriously. "Slayer, if there's any chance you're going to change your mind about this, you better send me away now." His eyes searched hers for any sign of uncertainty or hesitation.
She knew how much restraint he had shown the night before and how hard it had been for him. While she was a little upset about it last night, it was comforting to her today that he had kept his promise. She knew too that if she gave the word he would leave now. But she wanted him, and even if she had some misgivings about the ethics of the situation, they were not enough to stop her from doing this. Nor would it be fair to Spike, who obviously wanted her and had been remarkably selfless up until now.
She answered him, not with words, but with a smile and her hands coming around to undo his belt.
With a roar of triumph, he picked her up and carried her from the dining room. He paused in the foyer. "Sofa or bed?" he asked.
Buffy was tempted to say sofa because it was closer but she decided against it. If any of her friends came over, noises in the living room were more likely to be overheard. "Bed." she told him, then leaned in and started nipping along his neck. He strode purposefully up the stairs, not running, but his long legs taking two steps at a time with ease. As he got to the top of the stairs she sucked his flesh in between her teeth and he growled. "Slayer, you'd make a hell of a vampire."
She pulled her head back and looked at him fearfully. "No, never." Her whole body had tensed.
"Relax, pet, only joking." He leaned his head down and kissed her tenderly. It took a couple of moments before she let herself be lost in the kiss and the tension eased from her. During that time he stopped walking and just held her in his arms, not wanting to compound her unease with any reservations about what they were about to do. He hadn't really been thinking about turning her. He had turned one woman he had cared about and it turned out disastrously, he wasn't about to turn another. He broke off the kiss and stared at her for a moment, then continued on to her room. Did he really care about her? Was this more than him finally getting to have her? His head spun at the possibility. She had started kissing his neck again, which was too distracting to think through. Dissecting his feelings could wait for later.
Crossing the threshold to her room he gently shifted her to her feet. Part of him just wanted to throw her on the bed and proceed, but he didn't want to scare her and they did have all night. He could start slow and work up to something more primal.
When her feet touched the ground she took a step back and brought her arms up in between them with her hands on his chest. "Do you mind if I go freshen up?" she asked tentatively.
His first thought was Damn I should have just thrown her on the bed and had at it. But he suppressed a sigh and nodded. "Go ahead, luv, we've got all night. I can wait a coupl'a minutes, but only a couple." he added teasingly.
"That's all I need." she assured him and gave him a quick kiss before ducking into the bathroom.
He started to take his shirt off, but decided against being naked when she came back. Yes, she had seen him naked and aroused before, but again he didn't want to rush it and scare her. He did take off his boots though. She was so short the the extra height was actually a hindrance, plus they were difficult to take off in the heat of the moment.
He looked around the room, it was definitely a teen girl's room, but it was more than that, there was almost a sadness to it. Like it was part of her disguise of normalcy, even now that her mum knew she was the slayer there was nothing visible that would reveal that to anyone. He was sure that hidden in here somewhere were weapons and maybe other tools of the trade, but the room was designed to mask any hint that she was other than what she appeared, maybe even from its inhabitant.
He looked at the bed, he had been relieved last night that it was decent sized, he didn't fancy having to balance on a tiny little mattress all night. There was a small gathering of stuffed animals in front of the pillows. He scooped them up, gently in case she came back in, and set them on her dresser, facing away from the bed. He was sure she wasn't mental like Dru and her dolls, but he doubted she would want them watching and was sure she wouldn't want them trapped beneath them. He crouched to pick up a stuffed pig that had slipped out of his grasp and saw movement in the doorway. Turning his head he saw her, backlit from the hall light. She was wearing a teal, satiny nightgown that seemed to float above her skin. It was almost floor length and had discrete lace panels, it was beautiful.
"Did Mr. Gordo make a break for it?" she asked.
Alright, the sight of her in that nightie must have knocked him silly because that made no sense at all. Standing, pig in hand, he replied. "Sorry, what was that?"
She walked up to him and took the stuffed animal from his hands. "Mr. Gordo." she said holding it up to face Spike.
"Ah." okay he wasn't going mental. "Apparently he doesn't play well with others." He said with a half smile as he brushed a strand of hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
Her breath caught as his fingers grazed her ear and she shoved the pig onto the dresser and wrapped her arms around his waist, turning her face up to kiss him.
His mouth covered hers, he kissed her gently at first, but she demanded more and he wasn't about to deny her. As the kiss deepened, she pulled his shirt up letting her fingers caress his sculpted abs, then chest. His hands had been roaming her back, but he stopped to pull his shirt over his head. When they broke off the kiss, she kissed his chest, covering his nipple and swirling her tongue around it before lightly nipping it. His hand went to the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair. "Mmm." he murmured, "Bite a little harder pet." he urged. She did, barely, but he made an appreciative noise all the same.
His other hand stroked her back, just down to the start of the curve of her butt. She stretched up on tiptoes trying to get his hand to move lower. Instead on his next upstroke his thumb lightly caressed the side of her breast. She gasped and sucked in his nipple, biting it harder and letting her teeth drag over it as she let it go. His hands still holding her, he took half a step toward the bed. He waited to see if she resisted but he didn't have to wait long, she matched his step and kept walking, propelling them both to the side of the bed. He almost lost his balance when the back of his legs hit the mattress, they were moving so quickly.
He pulled her head back and bent so he could kiss her, then his hands moved down to cover her tight, muscled ass. As he caressed her, he was pulling up her nightgown until he had the skirt gathered in his hands. Then he pulled it up and broke off the kiss to pull it over her head. She swayed slightly against him, then turned her face up to rejoin the kiss. His mouth again met hers as one of his hands traced the column of her neck and the other moved down to cover her breast. She moved back only slightly to give his hand more room and her hands began fumbling with the button on his jeans. He had been waiting for her to do that, although the waiting had gotten almost painful. She didn't have a lot of skill at this and her own nervousness compounded the time it took, but finally she had his pants unbuttoned and started to ease the zipper down.
When his manhood finally slipped free she jumped back slightly and he let out a shuddering sigh. He looked at her, as she stood back a little trying to both look at what she had freed and not look at the same time. He didn't move toward her, but he didn't want to give her long enough that she would scare herself out of this. He half smiled and said softly, "Nothing to fear pet, that's not the end that bites."
She looked up at his face and saw both passion and tenderness and took a half step toward him. "What do I do?" she asked tentatively.
He held out both hands to her, she put hers in his. "Whatever you want to do. You don't have to touch me anymore than this." He pulled her closer until his length was pressed between them. It felt so good, he bit his lower lip. He released her hands and wrapped his arms around her, lightly stroking her back. "Just do what you are comfortable with and stop me if I do anything you're not." He bent his head and kissed her. She kissed him back without hesitation as her hands went around his waist and then down into his jeans, grasping his ass. He grunted his pleasure, moving his own hands lower, hooking his thumbs into the waist band of her panties and slid them down. She wiggled a little once he had them past the swell of her bottom to get them to fall. She stepped out of them at the same time she started to push his jeans down lower.
Breaking off the kiss, she crouched down, sinking to her knees as she worked his jeans off. He stepped out of them, and reached down to pull her back up, but her hands traveled up his legs, then she held his length with both hands. Her hands were so hot and soft that he gasped at the contact. He looked down at her and she licked her lips as she stared at what she held. "How do I...?" she trailed off.
He smiled crookedly, he was going to make her say it. He wanted to show her lightning wouldn't strike just because she talked about sex. "How do you what, luv?"
She blushed and said. "You know..."
"You've got to be able to say it pet or you're not ready to do it." Her hands were fidgeting on him and it felt wonderful. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer, but he didn't want her to be afraid to ask for anything.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Nope." His eyes twinkled at her. "Tell me what you want to do."
She sighed and stammered, "How do I do oral... How do I perform fell...Oh my god, how is it the proper terms sound so dirty?"
"That's why there are so many euphemisms. Pick one."
He could see her thinking through them in her head, tossing each one out as unacceptable before saying it. Finally she just gave up with a sigh, "What do I do to suck it?" she asked quickly and softly, her cheeks flaming.
"Suck what?" he taunted.
Her eyes shot daggers at him. "This." she said, shifting her grip on him and waving it a little. He couldn't hide the pleasure on his face fast enough and she realized the power she held. She could make him feel as good as he had made her feel last night, which was what she wanted. That realization empowered her, she started stroking him, and her voice went from a whisper to a sultry purr. "Really Spike? You'd rather wait and make me say it, than have me wrap my lips around it."
Bollocks, she turned the tables on him, but now he didn't care. She obviously was enjoying herself and no longer afraid of what she wanted to do. He closed his mouth and could feel the muscle in his jaw clenching. But he nodded, goading her on.
She arched an eyebrow. "You're telling me you'd rather have me go on talking..." She made a show of licking her lips. "...than run my tongue along the underside of it as it slides in and out of my mouth?"
"Oh, fuck." he moaned as her warm breath caressed his ready flesh.
She smiled coyly at him, okay she was enjoying this she admitted to herself, "Not yet, you wanted to discuss sucking first." She fondled his balls and he seemed to bite the air in response. "Maybe I should make you tell me what you want." And she removed her hands from him with a smirk.
Without hesitation he said raggedly, "I want you to suck my cock. I want you to wrap your perfect lips around it and slide it back as your hot tongue strokes it from below."
"That wasn't so hard was it?" she teased before taking a deep breath and guiding him into her mouth. Her bravado fading a little when his size suddenly seemed overwhelming.
"Ahhh." he let out a shuddering sigh. "God that feels so good." He smiled down at her and he could see the uncertainty in her eyes. "Yeah, just like that, relax and take it slow at first, only as far as you can." He hit the back of her throat and he could feel her tighten in response. "It's okay relax, now pull back." She did, her cheeks hollowing. "That's it, keep your hand on the base. Yeah, you can hold it tighter. Now do the whole thing again, mmm, go faster when you're ready."
She went slow for a while, and a part of him didn't mind at all, the feel of her hot, wet mouth around him was exquisite and he made sure she knew by the small noises he was making. It was also exquisite torture as another part of him wanted to grab her by the hair and fuck her mouth hard. But as impulsive as he often was, he knew that if her first experience giving head was good, she would be willing, maybe even eager, to do it again. He didn't know how long their truce would last but he was determined to enjoy it while it did.
He reached down and brushed the hair out of her face and she looked up at him questioningly. "You want more instructions?" he asked. She nodded a bit. "Those are the basics, luv, everything else is just style and speed." At her puzzled look he went on. "Don't forget, you've got 2 hands, a tongue and teeth, all have their uses. Ah emph." he grunted as her teeth scraped him. "Yeah, just like, oh guh fffffu!" this time it was her tongue. Her eyes sparkled with the knowledge that she could make him babble senselessly. That spurred her on and she began to go faster, trying different things with her tongue, teeth, and hands while watching his reaction.
His hips started thrusting, but only slightly, like he was trying to hold back, she let her rhythm match his. When he stopped, she wasn't ready and ended up taking him in farther than she thought she could. He gasped through clenched teeth, "Stop pet, I'm gonna come." She didn't stop but looked at him puzzled. "You're sure you want me to come in your mouth?" He asked, obviously fighting for control.
In answer she ran her tongue around the head of his shaft as she brought her hand up between his legs to fondle him.
"Oh fuck!" he began thrusting again, then she felt his balls pull up. He froze in midthrust and her mouth began filling with his seed. She started to gag on it and pulled back just a bit to swallow, but it seemed to keep coming. It took a couple of tries before she was able to swallow without pulling completely away, but finally she did. She realized he had relaxed and was smiling down at her. He held out his hand. She ran her tongue over his tip once more, before releasing him and taking his hand.
He pulled her to her feet, still smiling at her. "Was that okay?" she asked uncertainly.
"Okay? Slayer, that was brilliant!" He covered her mouth with his. He could taste himself on her and it added fuel to the fire of his passion. He released her hand and his hands clutched at her back. She brought her hands around and grabbed his butt, her strong fingers digging into the muscles there. He kissed his way back to her ear and whispered, "Was that the only thing you were planning for tonight pet?"
She pulled her head back to look at him, "Didn't you say we could … um... shag all night?" She looked confused and worried. "I mean you can again, right?"
"Oh yeah, no worries there. Just wanted to make sure you were game." With that he pulled back the covers on her bed with a flourish and swept her up into his arms. He knelt on the bed and laid her down on the far side of it then stretched out on his side next to her.
She reached out a hand to him and traced his cheekbones and his lips. He stayed still, letting her explore. Her hand drifted lower, she traced his pecs and then the defined muscles on his stomach. "Like what you see, luv?" he asked softly.
"Your body is like a greek sculpture, white and perfect." she said distractedly, voicing her inner thoughts.
"The Slayer thinks I'm sexy, the Slayer thinks I'm sexy..." he began in the same sing-song he had used in his hotel room.
She blushed and pushed against his shoulder lightly, "Stop it!"
He just shook his head and kept chanting, his eyes laughing at her, daring her to make him stop.
"Oh, god Spike, can you be more annoying?"
He kept on, but raised his eyebrows, silently asking if she really wanted to see. "The Slayer thinks I'm sexy, the Slayer thinks I'm sexy, the Slayer..."
She grabbed his head and covered his mouth with hers. Her lips and tongue effectively silencing him. He chuckled deep in his throat. His hand went to her breast and pinched the nipple into a peak, she moaned into his mouth and pushed her breast against his hand. Her legs were rubbing together, in her quest for sensation. He broke off the kiss and nuzzled down her neck, stopping to suck in the skin where his teeth had penetrated her. She sucked in air and dug her fingers into his back, he marveled at how much she liked being bit.
She ran her hands down his back, stretching to reach his butt, but with their heads at the same level her arms were just too short. However, her straining against him brought his manhood back to life and she could feel it pressing along her. She rolled back slightly, to put some space between them so she could wrap her hands around it. The noise he made can only be described as a purr as she slowly stroked him. "Feel anything you like, pet" she whispered in his ear in a bad imitation of his accent.
"Oh yeah." He agreed, his voice husky and deep. He shifted his head down to her chest and nipped at the rosy bud there, her hands tightened on him and they both moaned. He moved his hand down her body. Her legs were still pressed together, but when his fingers brushed her light nest between them they parted without hesitation. She was so hot and slick, he had to fight the urge to pull his fingers back to suck her essence from them. He brushed her nub and her hips thrust up to meet his hand.
He stroked her nerve bundle, faster than a human could and she whimpered at the sensory overload. She was trying to run her hands up and down his shaft but her motions were becoming jerky and her breathing uneven. Releasing his cock with one hand she wrapped her arm and one leg around him and tried to roll him on top of her. He resisted. "Spike, I need..." she began with a gasp and then he rolled back so she was straddling him.
She looked confused. "What do I...?" she asked one hand still holding his manhood.
"I think you know luv."
She rose up and moved forward slightly. Her hand angling him back as she directed him into her with the other. They both let out a shuddering sigh as she lowered herself around him.
"God, you are so hot, it's like I'm on fire." he murmured. He gave her a moment to adjust, she was so tight around him he worried that he may be hurting her, he asked, "You okay Slayer?"
She nodded, her golden hair cascading across her breasts. She rose slightly and moaned, "Oh god!" as she lowered again. On her second attempt he helped by tilting his hips down and then up to meet her.
"That's it pet," he said encouragingly as his hands moved to her hips, his thumb moved back to find her nub. "Just keep moving like that, set your pace. You can lean forward or back till you find what feels good."
"Feels so good." she breathed. As she rose a little farther and fell.
"Then just keep going."
"Want it to be good for you." she said shaking her head, her eyes closed. "What...better...you?" she was swallowing her words.
"Doesn't get much better than this, just let yourself go." His thumb circled her pleasure center and she rose high on him coming down hard.
"Gunh nya!" she grunted. And repeated the movement. She laced her fingers in the hair at her temples and pressed her hands against her head as if she was afraid it would explode.
He could come anytime now, he was just holding back til she was ready. His jaw was clenched with the effort. He looked up at her, her body glistening in the faint light. Keeping his thumb on her, he moved his other hand up to her breast, squeezing it before pinching her nipple. She leaned forward into his hand, lowering one of hers to brace herself against his shoulder. Her eyes popped open and he knew the new angle intensified what she was feeling, pushing her to the edge. He increased his thrusting as she began to lose control of her movements and she toppled over into ecstasy. Her nails dug into his shoulder as he roared his own release, her inner spasms tearing down any control he had left.
She drooped across him, forehead resting on his chest, hand clutching his shoulder, flesh still quivering around him. He brought both hands up to her back where he lightly traced circles on her skin. Her heart was slowing down, but still her pulse sang to him. He tried to ignore it, listening to her breathing instead. He relaxed and started to slip from her and she said "No!" and held on to him within. "I want to do that again." She started moving on him and his flesh responded.
"Just like that?" he asked, "There's more than one way to skin a cat you know."
"That was so amazing, I want to feel like it again." she insisted.
"Trust me." he grinned at her and rolled them so he was on top. Before she could recover from the surprise he pulled out of her. She whined and tried to pull him back, but he evaded her. Rising on his knees he pulled her up so she was on her knees facing him. He cupped her face in his hands and slowly pulled her in for a kiss. She expected a wild, hungry kiss, like so many of theirs had been up til now, but this was slow and seductive. Keeping the fire of her passion going without fanning it into an inferno. At first her hands roamed impatiently over his back and butt, trying to entice him into losing control. But his kiss was so sensual that she began to lose herself in it and her hands settled on his waist. After a few more minutes he kissed his way back to her ear, lightly nipped her earlobe before he whispered.
"A wise man once said life is a journey, not a destination. The same is true about sex. Take it slow." he started kissing down her neck.
"Hmmm." she purred as she tried to concentrate on what he said. Then she asked. "Wasn't that a car commercial?"
His forehead landed on her shoulder as he mumbled, "Bloody awful American education system." He raised his head and looked at her. "No, pet, it was Ralph Waldo Emerson. One of the brighter blokes from this side of the pond." He brushed her hair back from her face, tracing her ears with his fingers as he did. "The point is: we have all night and we don't need to rush."
She nodded, "Ill try...it's just that I've never...how you make me feel...I don't want it to stop."
"Not going to make it stop. But the longer the climb the higher the peak." His fingertips lightly trailed up and down her upper arms just at curved between the back and the inner side. She shivered at the sensation.
"You're saying it's better slow?" Her hands roaming his back.
"Can be, can't speak for you. Want to give it a try?"
"But if tonight's our only night, I just want to experience all I can."
He was surprised at the hurt he felt. "Why should tonight be our only night?"
"Mom's coming back, and we can't do this with her here."
"We can always meet elsewhere. You can come to me after patrolling."
"Really?" the sadness receding from her eyes. "Where are you staying?"
"The same place, that big house."
The color drained from her face. "No, I can't go back there." she whispered looking away.
Spike cursed under his breath. "Sorry pet, didn't think about it. I understand that." He pulled her close. Of course she wouldn't want to go back to where she had had to kill Angel. "Tell you what, I'll find a new place."
"You'd do that?" she asked into his shoulder.
"Yeah." he shrugged. "I don't care where I stay, it was just convenient. But if I have a choice of being alone in a mansion or with you in a hole in a wall, there's no contest." Did I really just say that? He thought to himself, surprised that he did and that he really meant it.
"Thank you." she said softly, pulling back to look up at him. Her eyes were filled with tears.
He brought a hand up to cup her cheek. "You know what? Let's do slow another night." And he bent and met her lips with a hungry kiss.
She gladly threw herself into the passion of the kiss, the intensity of it blocking out all other emotions. She pressed herself to him, her arms wrapped around him as if he were a rock in a flood, the only thing keeping her above water.
He sank down on his haunches, pulling her up and back with him, so that she was straddling his thighs. This put her head slightly higher than his, she kissed back to his ear, nuzzling it and nipping at the lobe. Reaching her neck, he trailed love bites over the artery. He was relieved that he was able to keep his demon at bay, especially since she enjoyed it so much she writhed against him. His manhood, pressed between them, hardened. When she felt it against her stomach she brought her hands around to encircle him. He moaned as her hot hands began to stroke him. His hand came up and cupped her breast and his head ducked down farther to suck on the hard tip. His other hand slipped between her legs and the fingers parted her, pinching her nub.
Surprised, she sucked in air and clamped down her teeth, unfortunately his ear was still in her mouth and she bit it, hard. He grunted, pulling his mouth away from her breast. She tasted the blood in her mouth and brought her head up. "Oh my God! You're bleeding! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Tears were forming in her eyes again. He glanced at her and then quickly looked to the side.
"Easy luv, it's all right." He brought his hand up to feel his ear. "It's still attached so it'll heal." He chuckled, "I'll just have to remember to be careful what you have in your mouth before I do this again." He again pinched her pleasure center. She jerked against him and groaned, biting her lip. "Unless you don't like that of course." he said glibly.
"Oh god." she swallowed hard as he began stroking her. "You're sure you're okay?"
"Yeah pet."
"Then why won't you look at me?" Other than that one glance he hadn't.
He forced himself to look at her and his eyes locked on her mouth. "You've got blood..." he began and stopped to lick his lips.
"But it's yours." she looked at him, puzzled by his reaction.
His hand shot behind her head and pulled her mouth down to his. He kissed her hungrily, covering her lips so he could suck the blood from them. She was a little scared at first that he had lost control, but his teeth didn't sharpen and once the blood was gone the kiss became less frenzied but still passionate. His other hand kept teasing her nerve bundle, quickly bringing her close to completion again. Pulling back from the kiss she pushed against him, trying to get him to lie back like he did before but he resisted her. Instead his hands went to her waist and he raised her slightly. Rubbing the head of his shaft across her nub, she directed him into her and impaled herself on him. A long shuddering sigh escaped her as their bodies met.
Looking down, Spike's expression matched how she felt, his eyes were half closed and he was biting his lip with a slight smile on his face. She gave him a quick kiss before rising up. His mouth moved to her breast, sucking and teasing the tip as she rose and fell in a quickening rhythm. Her arms wrapped around his head, holding him there. He arched his lower torso back slightly so he could work a hand between them, his fingers searching out her nub and stroking it in rhythm with her movements. "Spi...mmm...gunh!" she babbled. He smiled against her breast, pleased at how he could drive her speechless with passion. He pinched her nub again and she tightened her grip on him both with her arms and her internal muscles, which seemed to be imbued with the same superhuman strength as the rest of her. Although why a slayer would need that he wasn't sure, just thankful.
She hadn't come yet, but she was so close that she was losing control and couldn't keep a steady rhythm. Wrapping his arm around her and cradling her head in his hand, he shifted them, so she was lying on her back. He thrust into her, trying to match the rhythm she had set. Her hips rocked to meet him. He supported himself on one elbow as his fingers continued to stroke her. Her hands moved across him, quickly and jerkily as if she couldn't remember from one moment to the next what she wanted them to do, where she wanted them to be.
He looked down at her. Her face glistened with sweat and little wisps of hair were plastered to her forehead. Her lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. He thrust harder, and she clutched at him, on his next thrust she met him just as hard. He had been holding back, afraid he would hurt her, had she been doing the same thing? His next thrust was harder still and so was hers, neither of them could have done this with an ordinary human, it would have been too painful, but it wasn't even hurting him yet and she seemed to be enjoying it. "Stop me if I'm hurting you pet." he gasped out.
She shook her head from side to side. "No, so good, don't stop."
Between thrusts he pinched her nub again. Her whole body arched with her release as she shouted his name. He came with her, her muscles clamping down around him. As her spasms waned he leaned in and kissed her softly, pulling back to smile down on her as her eyes blinked open.
She smiled back, bringing her hand up to run it through his hair. She chuckled silently.
"What's funny?" he asked bemused.
"Your hair, I messed it up. Short as it is, I wouldn't have thought it could be." Her hand went to her own hair. "Although I imagine I'm not one to talk right now. I must be a mess."
He moved to her side as he withdrew from her. "You look gorgeous to me."
She shifted uncomfortably, "Thanks, but no, I'm gross, all sweaty and..." she rubbed her thighs together, "icky."
He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, his tongue lightly flicking her skin. "You don't taste icky to me."
"Not my shoulder..." she started. But she stopped when she saw the wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Did you mean here?" he asked as he slid down the bed and kissed her breast, sucking the rosy tip.
"No." she whispered.
He kissed down to her navel, his tongue darted inside and she shivered. "Here?"
"Uh-unh." her breath was speeding up. But when he started kissing lower she shook her head. "No Spike, I mean it, I'm gross." She kept her legs pressed together.
He bent his head and his tongue dipped in between her legs causing her to gasp as he sighed. "I think the word is delicious." When she didn't open her legs to him he kissed and licked along where her thighs met, tasting their mixed essence. The muscles in her legs quivered under his lips and with a sigh she relaxed them, granting him access to her most private place.
The next several minutes were filled with moans and murmurs of passion as his mouth made her feel anything but icky and he savored the traces of their lovemaking. He took his time, feeding her desire slowly to prolong the pleasure for both of them. She grabbed handfuls of sheet as he brought her closer to her peak and her legs wrapped around him. His fingers entered her and massaged her within. Her whole body went rigid and she yelled out "Spike!" as she went over into rapture and she began to gush. Nectar of the gods, he thought as he drank from her. His enthusiastic ministrations sent her over into a second wave of ecstasy.
He was brushing the hair back from her face, his fingers combing the tangles out, when her eyes fluttered open again. He smiled down on her, "You alright there pet?"
"Define alright." she answered. She slowly stretched, as if she wasn't sure she had any control of her own body. "That was unbelievable."
"Yeah." he agreed with no trace of mockery.
She swallowed, "Thirsty." she said simply.
He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, before standing. "Water or wine?"
"I think it better be water." She pushed herself up on her elbows, then collapsed back again. "I might need new bones too."
"There I can't help. Be back in a mo'." He padded off and she enjoyed the view as he went. She hoped she had been able to make him feel even a fraction as good as he had her. She hadn't known she could feel anything close to that.
She forced herself to stand, reclaiming control of her limbs. She ducked into the bathroom and was out again as he was coming up the stairs. He held out a glass of ice water to her and she took it with thanks. In his other hand he carried the wine bottle and two glasses. "Just in case, for later." he said with a shrug. She drank about half the glass of water on her way to the bed, setting the glass on her nightstand. He got in bed on the other side and stretched out his arms to her. She crawled in, pulled up the covers and nestled in his arms.
"A little rest while my bones grow back?" she asked softly.
"Fine with me." he replied as he pulled her a little closer.