Spike woke up and through a half-covered window he could tell it was already daytime, and it took him a couple of seconds to remember where he was. To his surprise, Scarlett was still there, sleeping and facing away from him. He silently got up and fetched his package of smokes from his coat, lit one, sat back on the mattress and examined all the marks on his arms, his chest and shoulders caked in blood, he could feel his flesh slightly aching in all the places the redhead had bitten and clawed, and chuckled amusingly to himself. His soft laughter woke her up, she turned around and looked at him, half-confused. "What time is it?" she mumbled, when she spotted the window and the sunlight, she sat right up, "shit, it's already after noon, I was supposed to do some stuff", she said and he added, "so eager to ditch a fellow out of your lair, are you, pet?"
She lifted an eyebrow at him in annoyance, "you kidding me, right?" Sheepishly he pleaded, pointing at the window, "don't suppose you could spare me considering Mr Sunshine is out there." She laughed, "no, not that, the fact that you thought this shithole was my, and I quote, lair." Spike asked, confused, "then where the hell are we?" Scarlett snatched the cigarette from his hand and took a drag, "this was one of the nests I cleaned a couple of nights ago, never thought I would set foot on it again", she replied smiling to herself and laid back on the mattress, he laid down next to her, staring at the bite mark and the blood covering her neck. She didn't seem intimidated by his scrutiny, she merely stared at the ceiling. He wanted to know what she was thinking, and part of his mind was reliving the events from the previous night.
She broke the silence, "I didn't forget my promise", Spike listened intently and she continued, "I also said you'd help me find answers to a couple of questions I had, and you did answer them." Now he was more confused than before, "what ya going on about, pet?" She took another drag and a deep breath, "I always wondered what passion and pure lust felt like, and got my answers last night, that was one of my questions. The other question is directly linked to one of the reasons why I couldn't kill you", she finished, looking away as if embarrassed. "Go on," he said while stroking her arm. "I guess I wasn't joking when I made that joke about being a pity to dust such hot looking bloodsucker," she laughed softly, "I guess a dark part of me wondered how would it be to have sex with you." Spike gave her an incredulous stare. "I'm not kidding", she snapped, "I didn't realize at the moment. I honestly wondered about it, and you answered that question as well last night. Second reason, and this is the more serious one, was because I saw something in your eyes, even when you were in demon face, I saw a tiny bit of potential in you to do good. And now you have a soul, so definitely my hunch was not wrong at all, and I'm glad I followed it," she finished.
Spike didn't know what to say, except for a "thank you", he didn't want to make her more uncomfortable that she already was. "No problem," she replied while getting up. She got dressed and checked the time on her cell phone. "I really need to go," she said, and he gave her a questioning look, "are you outta your mind, luv? You forgot it's daylight out there," he pointed at the window. She grinned and replied, "that's not a problem, I know some very good witches." Spike was petrified, "you're saying you can walk out there in broad daylight and not turn into a sodding pile of dust?!" She nodded, and he added with resignation, "I guess I cannot convince you to keep me company since it seems I will be stuck in here until bloody sunset." She replied apologetically, "no, sorry, but I could get you out of here and to your place. If you don't mind traveling in the trunk of a car." I guess I have no other choice, would have rather wait the hours away here with her and have another wild round. "Alright, let's do that then", he said. "I'll be back in about fifteen, twenty minutes. I'll park as close to this door as possible, I got some blankets that you can use as cover. You get in fast, ok?" she said while handing him her cell phone so he could type the address where she would be taking him.
Once she was gone, Spike slowly started to get dressed, thinking about their conversation, thinking about everything that happened the previous night, thinking about the taste of her blood. That had been beyond glorious, he never thought he would taste the blood of a Slayer ever again, and the best of it was that it happened during an extremely wild round of sex. And that I got to taste it without taking a Slayer's life.
After about fifteen minutes he heard a car stop outside and, soon after, Scarlett came in and tossed him a big blanket, "ready? Go." Spike covered himself, ran out and jumped inside the trunk and she closed it. They weren't far from the place where he and Angel were staying so the trip would take five minutes, tops. He didn't mind the lack of air, of course, he didn't need it, but he was uncomfortable in there. Some minutes later, he felt the car go down a ramp and come to a stop, and then she opened the trunk. "Here we are," she greeted him as he climbed out. He couldn't help a snort, "should have guessed you'd drive a bloody convertible," she grinned and added as she sat behind the wheel, "oh yeah, I love them." Spike wanted to kiss her goodbye, taste her lips and blood again, but she started the engine, said, "see you some other time", and drove away from the underground parking lot.
Spike took the elevator from the the parking lot to the fifth floor, he got into the flat and out of the corner of his eye he noticed Angel reading the newspaper and brooding as usual. "So what happened after I left?" the elder vampire asked, and Spike ignored him, he just wanted to crash in his bed and sleep some more, he still felt exhausted and sore. He shut the door behind him, stripped from his clothes, laid down and closed his eyes. He could still feel traces of her blood in his system, could still feel the frenesy. His brain was in overdrive and memories from last night kept popping in his mind as he slowly fell asleep.
[...]I always wondered what passion and pure lust felt like.[...]
[...]Scarlett dug her own forefinger in her wound and forced it into his mouth, he saw the fire in her eyes blaze more intensely, her earlier submission now completely gone, and with that, Spike realized he was her prey now. She clung fiercely to his shoulders and started rocking her hips violently, smiling wickedly, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. She morphed once more and sank her fangs hard in his flesh. He screamed and moaned in pain, it hurt like hell, but he bloody well liked it. And once she was done biting him, she grabbed him by the wrists, pushed him against the mattress and began riding him absolutely violently. Spike wanted to free his hands, wanted so badly to claw her back, to bite her, but couldn't, she was far stronger than he was and the sense of helplessness fueled his lust even more. Scarlett was staring fiercely at him, the fire in her eyes was now a raging inferno. She licked his face, his neck, his chest and she purposely moaned all sorts of taunts in his ears. He could feel her skin burning and sweating, could feel her body convulsing in absolute pleasure, just like he was. He was her prey and there was nothing he could do except submitting and let her do whatever she wanted with him. He bucked his hips against her, in defiance, as hard as he could and she screamed his name.
That did it for him, that gave him all the strength he needed to turn the tables. He set his hands free, now he grabbed her by the wrists, rolled her over and trapped her under him. He smirked viciously in victory, morphed and sank his fangs in her neck, while ramming her as hard as he could. She screamed and moaned and gasped. Her blood flowing in his mouth once more, freely, giving him strength and amplifying his lust. He felt her struggle, she wanted to free herself, to be on top, to be in charge, but he wouldn't let her. For the first time since he got his soul back, he felt free to let his demon out, to let it rule him without remorse. For the first time in years he was facing an equally vicious demon, just like he had been yearning for so long.
She once again got the upper hand and overpowered him, her eyes full of vengeance. Sexual vengeance. Spike knew Scarlett would make him pay for claiming the top, he was counting on it, yearning it. She grabbed his wrists with primal strength and he revelled in his own pain. He loved feeling this pleasurable agony, he loved the way she was punishing him for his earlier insurrection. When climax finally reached them, she let his hands free and collapsed on top of him, still quivering. Her agitated breath caressing his ear. He wanted so badly to call her animal, but he knew first hand girls didn't like to be called that, no matter how true it was.[...]
[...]Why didn't you off me, pet?
Because I saw something in your eyes, I saw a tiny bit of potential in you to do good.[...]
Spike woke up panting, covered in his own sweat and remains of Scarlett's blood, his dreams about last night still pulsing hot on his flesh. It was still one hour until sunset, so he decided to have a smoke before taking a shower. He was covered in her scent, her blood and traces of her sweat. The primal part of him didn't want to wash any of that away, but he knew he had to, after all he was living a sort of human lifestyle. He fished in his coat for his package of smokes and his Zippo, but couldn't find it, so he took a box of matches out of the nightstand's drawer and lit his cigarette. He decided he'd worry about his lighter after his shower.
When he finished smoking, he picked up some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom. Although his skin was beginning to heal, the hot water felt both good and painful against his wounds. He couldn't help thinking about everything that happened, last night had been mind blowing. He closed his eyes and soaked in the memories, the smell and taste of her blood, the sound of her moans, the violence of her bites.
The shower took longer than he had expected, for he had to vent his sexual urges after all that thinking, he haven't felt this uncontrollable lust in a long, long time. Spike dried himself, put on his clothes and headed out. "Good evening to you too," Angel greeted and asked, "so what did you talk about with Scarlett last night? Is she gonna help us out? I mean, it would be nice to have her around if we're gonna start over the agency to help the helpless." Spike sighed, "I don't know, Angel, I'll leave matters about the agency to you, after all you're the one that likes to play bossman, mate. Right now I kinda want to find my lighter." Spike suspected that he either dropped it in that nest, or in the trunk of Scarlett's car. He was really hoping it was the second option, because I'd give him an excuse to seek her out.