A/N: Thanks to everyone coming back to this fic after my little hiatus. Between RL and a few side projects it was a well needed break. This might have been one of my favourite chapters to write so far so I really hope you enjoy it. That being said, I'm going to add a smut warning because this chapter is a bit more intense than usual. Please leave comments and love!
As always, a big shoutout to my lovely Beta Geliot99, thank you!
Sins of Omission
Buffy went out through the kitchen door into the training grounds and found Spike sitting at the new extra large picnic table Callum and Xander had built. She pulled her arms tight around her stomach against the cool breeze that was coming through the orchard and the wine now writhing in her stomach.
"Spike?"
"What do you want, Slayer? If you've come to give me a hard time about my sordid past you can just bugger off and leave me the hell alone for one sodding minute."
It had been a long time since he had talked to her like that and it gave her pause. "I am not going to just 'bugger off', Spike! And I'm not gonna give you a hard time. I mean Okay, yeah we thought the coincidence was kind of funny and—"
She cut off when Spike scoffed loudly, "Funny– right. You know I was never one much for turning others after my mum. Could probably count the number of vamps I've actually turned on one hand— not counting the bit with The First that is. As far as I know, Odette was the last one I had out there and I didn't even know she was still about until just now, did I?"
"Spike, honey, can we talk about it?"
He snorted, "Not particularly, but do I really have a choice?" he questioned.
"You always have a choice."
A bitter laugh rolled through him, "Choices. Right, you like to think so don't you?"
"So what's going on here?"
"Other than the fact that you're acting like I've been keeping secrets? Like you're one to talk, You want to, sure, but you're not and I haven't pushed. Not even through our link, even though I could. But I don't because I trust that you will let me in when you're good and ready! Truth is that you still have trust issues and the funny thing is that they aren't even with me!"
She threw her hands up in surrender, "Okay, you're right. You're right about all of it. So… Do you want to tell me about Odette?"
He nodded once and blew out a puff of smoke. "Yeah all right, might as well make yourself comfortable, bit of a long one I suppose.
Buffy hesitated before she sat down next to him, "Okay, is this long like maybe we should go inside before sun up or long like you just really don't wanna talk about it?"
"The latter. Not too much to it really." He took a drag from his cigarette and let it out before starting again, "It was just before Prague… Dursilla had been having visions of Angelus. She was convinced that her precious 'Daddy' was coming back to us. You can imagine how thrilled I was to hear 'bout that… Anyway, the timing was off. Often is with her visions— but she started thinking she would just go and find him on her own. Don't think she wanted me bolluxing things up with him. So she started taking these little trips. Didn't really bother me at first, especially since she'd always come back empty handed. One day she came to me, all excited; said she had brought me a new toy."
"Odette?"
"That's right. Yeah. That's how she told me she was going away again, planning on a long trip this time and I wasn't to go with her. But she didn't want me getting lonely, you see. Like I was her goddamn house cat. I begged her to let me come with her. We fought. I pleaded with her, even offered to chain her up the way she liked, but she was having none of it. She was set on going. Thought she could get him to come back to us that way, you see?"
He turned to look her in the eye, "Odette was a gift to keep me entertained, like you'd give a brat a gameboy to keep 'em quiet on a sodding road trip," Spike spat. The memory still angered him. "I was furious that she would even think about throwing such a cheap substitute at me like that. All I'd ever wanted was her and there she was just willing to toss me a sodding toy and go off to find 'Daddy'? I was beyond pissed. She knew I was livid. Said some pretty things to me. We shagged the day away and she assured me she'd miss me while she was gone and all. Made me promise to keep the home fires burning as it were. Then she left… and Odette was there… I just— I guess Dru figured I'd play with her a bit, eat and throw out the empties."
"But you didn't."
"Bloody hell. No I did not. I was so angry, Buffy. I was angry at Dru, at myself for not convincing her to take me with her. Figured I'd show her. Get my revenge. I decided I'd make sweet Odette my little pet. And she was. Odette had been mine, all mine for months while Drusilla was gone. Obedient little thing she was too. She'd do anything for me and she had been glorious. I indulged every little fantasy that popped into my head with my new toy, but that's all she ever was. A toy to play with while Drusilla was gone," he said bitterly, taking a drink.
Buffy watched him, "That's what Odette ment. She said something about Dru throwing you to the wolves and then getting angry when you played."
"Other way round really, but yeah. Dru was pissed. I hadn't ever seen her so angry. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen till I met you."
"Nope not going to sweet talk your way out of the story."
"Yeah, well that was the whole reason I did it anyway. I wanted her to be as angry with me as I was with her. I made sure there wasn't a single square foot of our crypt that didn't smell like me shagging Odette. My plan worked, Drusilla didn't disappoint. I reveled in her jealousy, and took my punishment with glee because it meant she cared. I finally felt like she truly wanted me the way I had always wanted her," he paused to take another drink of whiskey and another drag of his cigarette.
"Spike—"
"I hadn't even thought about what Dru had done with Odette. Never even crossed my mind really. I was elated to see her so angry. I wanted her jealous beyond reason and she was. My Dark Princess was back and she was punishing me so very nicely," he gave an involuntary shudder that had nothing to do with the cool night air. "I couldn't spare a thought for Odette. I just assumed that Dru had staked her or threw her out into the sun. Dru had kept me chained up for about a month after that, havin' her way with me."
"What? But—"
"I'd been a bad boy, I didn't play with my new toy the way she had intended. More like the kid who plays surgeon with their new teddy, I was. She kept me there until I was the one nearly driven mad and begging her for more. I thought that meant she loved me—" he cut himself off with a hit from the bottle, finishing it and opening the second one.
Buffy was quiet. It was a lot to process and she was almost sorry she had pressed him to tell the story at all. The wine was still raging through her system as she listened and she was having a hard time trying to read his emotions but his voice betrayed him. He was angry, hurt and a little scared too.
"This is the kind of stuff you are trying to protect me from isn't it?"
"Some. Most of it's worse. This was just a disagreement really. Everything seemed perfect after that. Better than ever in some ways. Sure she was still having her visions of Angelus and insisting that we track him down but it had changed to 'WE', that's all I really wanted…" he snorted. "Anyway, a few weeks later she said something about the stars singing to her. Saying we'd find Angelus if we took a path through Prague. Sort of did in a roundabout way after all. She was nearly killed. I cared for her, nursed her as best I could but she had been so weak and she just wasn't healing properly. So I took her to the Hellmouth to get her strong," he took a long hard pull on the fresh bottle of whiskey, "Then I met this amazingly resourceful, witty, gorgeous, Slayer that completely ruined me for any other woman and the rest is history."
"Nice attempt at a save."
"Attempt implies that I failed."
"Humm, humm…" she said, rubbing her bare arms.
"I'd give you my coat but you know, " he gestured to his t-shirt and obvious lack of outerwear, "You want to go inside, Pet? Continue this conversation in our room."
Buffy frowned, "Only because I'm a little cold and starting to get tired or maybe that's just the wine."
"Right. And should I expect some of that patented-Buffy-righteousness I've missed so much?" he said sarcastically.
"I'll try to rein it in. I could have handled things better tonight… I just…"
"Thought I'd been lying to you somewhere along the way, yeah?"
"Well, you sort of did."
"Did I? Did I, really? What about this thing the witch and the Watcher got you keeping from me, ehh? You want to come clean about that?"
"I— okay fine. Fine. We'll talk more upstairs."
Spike chugged down a hefty amount of whiskey as he watched Buffy pull on a pair of sweatpants and a comfortable long sleeved shirt. The opposite of a sexy outfit but she wore it well. She could be wearing burlap and he'd still think she was sexy as hell. He took another drink, stripped out of his clothes and pulled on his own sweatpants.
Dredging up thoughts of Drusilla and Odette had taken a lot out of him. At least he wouldn't have to deal with Odette directly, Ruby had taken care of that. Ruby. He'd probably have to apologize later.
Faith, Ruby and Willow were still in the living room when he and Buffy had come in from outside but he had avoided them in favor of the elevator. He was healing well, the majority of the surface damage was nearly gone. He still had a massive chunk of skin missing from his leg but it had at least started to fill in and Willow's magic salve was helping with that. Too bad it didn't do anything for broken bones. His leg still hurt, he knew he had aggravated one of the breaks which was doing nothing to improve his mood. The bed was looking better and better by the second. He took a final pull of whiskey, emptying the second bottle.
Buffy was brushing her hair, he watched, mesmerized as she put it in a low ponytail to sleep in. He swayed slightly on the spot, his leg threatening to give out from under him and he decided he had better lay down before he fell down. He had no more than got into bed when Buffy turned to him.
"I'm sorry."
Spike sat up straight, "Huhh?"
"I'm sorry."
"No really— I'm not following."
Buffy's mind had been running wild as Spike told his story. Anger and disgust were chief amongst her emotions. What surprised her was that not all of it was directed at Spike. Not even most of it was, hell hardly any at all really. Maybe it was the wine talking but it occurred to her that she was really angry at Drusilla and even herself for being so insensitive earlier. She had a moment of doubt, in him and in their relationship, and it was stupid! Spike was right, and in the irony of a drunken revelation she realized that her distrust was misplaced.
He had told her before that he'd done things he wished she couldn't imagine. Even as close as they were now, there were still dark parts of him he didn't want her to see. Things he wanted to protect her from. Part of that she knew was because of the way she had always reacted to him. He told her he didn't want to tell her things because he didn't want to lose her, why hadn't she realized this was one of those things? What she needed to do was prove to him that he could trust her and that she would still love him no matter what. She needed to make a change if they were going to be open with each other, she had to be less judgemental and more understanding, more open, and more honest with him too.
She rolled her eyes, mostly at herself, "I'm sorry about the way I handled things tonight. I should have known there was more to it. And you're right about that thing with Willow too. I finally found out what she's been keeping from me and– well she's not done figuring it out yet so there's still a bunch of question marks flying around, and I really really want to tell you but I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing and either freaking you out or getting your hopes up and then nothing comes out of it… or… I'm really understanding why Will didn't want to say anything to me now. And I keep thinking Will has another bombshell brewing but I don't know what that is and I'm just freaking out."
He watched her fidget as she spoke, "Any idea when some of these question marks might be coming in for a landing?"
"Will said she had some kind of a 'Eureka moment' when she was talking to you before… that seems to be moving things along a little. I guess you helped out with it and didn't even know it."
He thought for a long moment, his brain was getting a little sluggish from the whiskey but he still had his wits about him. They had talked about Tara but that wouldn't be it— then the thought hit him— "Does this have anything to do with the Slayer death-wish thing? Red was awfully hung up on that the night Ruby was ensouled."
Buffy collapsed onto the bed, suddenly exhausted, "Yeah, she seems to think it has something to do with this nifty expiration date Slayers apparently have."
"Expiration date?"
"Apparently we don't make it to 26 by design. Except that Willow thinks that she might have broken the mold either by bringing me back or with the power sharing spell– she just doesn't know which or what it all means yet, especially for the girls."
His eyebrows shot up, " Buffy, that's–"
"I know– I've only known since we went rock collecting though. I'm still wrapping my head around it and– that's not even the part that I'm afraid to tell you about."
"We might only have another year or two to spend together and that's not the part you're afraid to tell me? Oh and you're being all judgey over something I did years ago– gods we have work to do."
"Well, if Wills is right, we just might have a couple hundred years to work on that."
"What now?"
"The breaking of the mold thing. She thinks she might have accidentally made me sort of immortal-ish. Maybe— there might still be something about having to get to my 26th birthday first but we don't really know for sure yet. There's a pretty good chance that I might be the exception. That's why all the secret research and the squirrelly and the weird and that's why I didn't want to say anything yet… except that I need to tell you, especially after—" she made a wide sweeping gesture towards him.
"So not a short term thing?"
"There's some pretty freaking strong evidence that I'm already— I don't know what to call it— immortal just sounds insane."
"What aren't you still telling me?"
"Remember when I got hurt just before you closed the Hellmouth?"
"Vaguely, I know you got hit, you were down for a bit but then you pulled yourself up so I didn't think it was as bad as it looked and then— well that's just about the time the light show started."
"I took a sword through the gut, Spike. Through and through, and then it wasn't exactly easy getting out of there either. Willow is pretty convinced that the wound and my escape are evidence that I'll just stop aging and might not be able to die unless someone goes all 'Highlander' on me."
"And that's the part you didn't want to get me all excited about. The idea that we could live together damn well forever?"
"Yeah… I don't want to tell you that we're even more evenly matched than we thought, only to have it ripped away. I don't want to leave you alone..."
"Buffy— there's something else I haven't told you but then maybe you already know, I don't know what Red has told you about that file Wes sent her but there's something there that could potentially have something to do with me, although, probably not…"
"Probably not?"
He was despondent, "It's probably all about the Great-Forehead anyway. Another one of those wait and see things. A really vague prophecy."
"You sort of mentioned it when Angel was here. If it's so vague can we just save it for another time and if I get mad at you for not telling me you can remind me of this conversation?"
Spike laughed, "Sure, we seem to be unpacking a fair amount tonight as it is."
"No joke. Seriously. This thing with Will has me all twisted up, I've just been trying not to be all thinky about it… and not because I'm afraid you're going to pick up on it. I just don't know if I'm ready to process it." She took a deep steadying breath, "I'm really sorry about the way I handled things tonight, I really am."
"You're sorry? What the bloody hell is happening right now?"
"I'm hoping that we're clearing the air and fixing some issues we still have— I can't keep getting pissed at you every time something like this Odette thing pops up from your past. I told you I wanted you to share your burdens with me as they come up and I can't expect you to do that when I keep getting mad at you about every little thing from over a hundred years of evil, especially stuff that you thought was over and done with. And we might literally have a shot at being together forever. So even if it's something that seems totally significant to me, I know that it wasn't like that for you. You were all about Drusilla, and Odette was just–"
"Cannon fodder."
"Well yeah… and as sick as that is, I can't really blame you for it. Not the you that you are now. And seriously, I think I'm more pissed about how freaking Drusilla treated you than anything. I mean I know she's insane and everything but that's just–" words failed her as she adjusted herself closer to him on the bed.
"Buffy, Love, you're drunk."
"Well duhh, but I'm still mad. She gave you a 'Toy', really hate that term by the way, then she punished you after you basically just did exactly what she probably should have expected you to do if she wasn't totally bat-shit insane."
"I must be more drunk than I thought because I swear it sounds like you're defending me."
"I– no— I mean… Kind of I guess. Okay, I don't like what you did with Odette like at all– seriously gross–"
"Evil."
"Yeah, exactly! You were evil and it's stupid to pretend that I don't know you acted like an evil vampire when you were an evil vampire! And Drusilla… don't even get me started on that wack-a-doo."
He couldn't help the fond smile that formed on his face, she was drunk and indignant on his behalf, and she was adorable. "Are you too angry to give your formerly evil boyfriend a kiss?"
"I'm still fuming. Okay, and the way you talk about how Drusilla chained you up afterwards. Like you enjoyed it. I mean I know we got a little kinky before you got your soul, but you still– you seemed to like that part of it…"
He layed back onto his elbows enjoying the subtle shift in topic, "Yeah well it wasn't all horrible. She could make it down right enjoyable, just like I know you can. Even more so."
"I'm not going to punish you, Spike."
"Not asking you too. Believe me. I might not have got how twisted it all was before, but I do now."
"So why did you ask me to chain you up?"
"For fun of course. I don't want to be tortured and call it love. I had my fill of that. But just because I have a soul now doesn't mean that I don't still like the idea of a little bondage. I certainly don't mind submitting myself to your very capable hands. Might be nice to take turns if you really want to convince me you trust me," he teased, "the shackles could definitely be fun for that."
"Ohh huh, right– well good, because I don't want you using me to punish you for your past. Working beside me and saving the world is all the good repentance-y stuff you need to do as far as I'm concerned. I'm not going to punish you."
"You already said that," he grinned wolfishly.
"You're already thinking about sex aren't you?"
"When am I not? I didn't hear any objections by the way, maybe you'd even let me restrain you again sometime. What do you think, relinquish a little of that control you're so submerged in all the time? You seemed to like it the one time you let me, but then…"
Buffy let out a little gasp as she remembered the night she had allowed Spike to use his handcuffs on her. Dawn had been at a friend's house and Willow was out at some campus thing for the night, or so she thought . She finished a quick solo patrol and decided to go home early to enjoy a night with the house to herself. She'd been avoiding him and he had showed up uninvited with the cuffs in his pocket. She had barely taken off her jacket and shoes taking in the feel of the empty house before he was knocking at her door.
She opened the door with an annoyed glare that didn't soften when she saw the sexy smirk on his face. "What do you want Spike?"
"Got a whole list, Slayer," he raked her over with those piercing blue eyes and the breath caught in her throat making him grin, "Think our wish lists might have at least one thing in common." And that was when he had pulled out the cuffs, "I promise I'll be quiet as the grave, kitten."
"It's the first time I've had the house to myself in over a month, Spike," she said, taking a few steps back into the house, leaving the door open in silent invitation. Her pulse quickened as the implication registered on his face. In a matter of seconds he was pinning her to the door frame of her bedroom and she was shoving his leather jacket down over his shoulders before pushing him down onto the bed, frantically pulling off his shirt.
"Knew you'd want it, Slayer," he brought his hand up to pull her down to him and she caught sight of his raw and bruised wrist that still hadn't healed from the last time the cuffs had been used. The sight set her on fire and made her wonder what he could do to her in turn, suddenly not caring if she really trusted him or not.
"Shut up, and grab the cuffs."
She had surrendered that night. She didn't just surrender her body to Spike but she had surrendered herself to life in general. He had touched her and teased her in ways she couldn't have imagined possible as the cuffs dug into her wrists and she strained against their hold on the headboard. Each time she had fought for control he had given her some tantalizing reason to give in to the sensations he was executing on her flesh. It had been freeing to not have to be in control or have anyone looking to her for anything other than reassurance that she'd just been given one of the best orgasms of her life. A tally that was constantly changing with Spike in the picture since he always seemed to find ways to make sex better. It was also a rock-bottom kind of moment, one of many.
As good as that night had been, it was something she really didn't like to think about much. However she couldn't deny that now things were so radically different in their lives that it might not just be exhilarating but also incredibly intimate and fun to try it again.
"I'm not going back downstairs tonight just to get the shackles, especially if the girls are still down there drinking."
Spike grinned wider and pulled her towards him, "Who says we need shackles when the tie from your bathrobe could work just as nicely? I'll happily go first."
The breath hitched in her throat, she wasn't sure exactly how they had gotten to this point but the idea wasn't appalling, in fact it seemed downright appealing if she was being honest. Despite her moment of doubt tonight she really did trust him. More than she had ever trusted anyone in her entire life. What was more, she knew from experience he would make it worthwhile, she just wasn't sure if she wanted that tonight. Tonight seemed like it should be for him and she found herself nodding her head.
"How's your leg?"
"Hurts. Probably shouldn't have been moving about as much as I did today," he smirked.
"You should have just stayed up here but no, you came down for the party anyway."
"And again in search of my lady tonight."
"How are you supposed to heal if you won't stay still?"
"That how it's going to be then?"
"It was your idea."
If his heart could beat it would have been hammering inside of his chest. He grabbed her, pulling her into a hard kiss, "Grab the belt, Pet. Show me how I should stay still for you."
"Pretty sure we'd need more than the belt off of my little robe to keep a vampire like you still."
"It's a start, and I promise not to break it."
His tone sent a shiver up her spine, "I like this robe, and the belt."
"I'll behave."
"If you could behave and just take care of yourself, I wouldn't be tying you up now would I?"
"Oh, so you are punishing me?" He curled his tongue behind his teeth seductively.
"I— Oh my God, you're tricky."
He grinned again.
"Yeah okay maybe just a little for not taking care of yourself; not for anything else. Let's just make that clear."
"Whatever you say, Slayer, I'm at your mercy,' he purred as he held his hands out to her, wrists pressed together.
Buffy eyed him with a smirk and reached for her bathrobe. She pulled the belt from the loops and dropped the robe onto the floor and held the belt out to him. "How do you want to do this?"
"Not how this works, you're in charge, Love. I'm not supposed to be moving, remember?"
She considered that for a moment, "Sit up."
"Yes, mistress."
"Do not call me that, it's weird and creepy."
He chuckled as he complied, "Sure, Slayer."
"Much better. Hands behind your back."
"Am I under arrest?"
"Do you want to be?" she asked as he bound his hands behind his back, "Lay back."
Spike squirmed a little as he found a semi-comfortable position laying with his arms under his body. He tested his restraint with a tentative tug.
"How's that feel? Is it hurting your shoulder?"
"Nah, just adds to it. The knots are solid but it's still just a piece of fabric so there's definitely some give to it. We'll make do."
She watched him for a moment laying there with his arms pinned back, his pale torso completely exposed. She had half a mind to just leave him tied up there and get some sleep. But then where was the fun in that?
Buffy wasn't sure exactly where she wanted to start so she decided to go in for a kiss. Subtle electricity shot through her as their tongues strained against each other. She could tell by the way he moved beneath her that he wanted nothing more than to hold her while they kissed. She held his head still in her hands as she ravished his mouth. He tasted like whiskey and it mingled with the flavor of the wine still in her mouth. She wanted to drink him in. She missed the feeling of his strong hands on her body, crushing her to him as he so often did and nearly called the whole bondage thing off and begged to feel those skilled hands on her body.
She mastered the urge and slowly moved down his body, nipping and sucking as she went. Spike bucked uncontrollably when she ran her tongue around his navel and over to the crest of his hip, biting him there.
"Oh, gods Buffy," he hissed and it came out like a prayer.
She couldn't help the grin forming on her lips even as she pressed them to his ivory skin. She ran her hand down the length of him feeling his hard member through his sweatpants. Then she had an idea. She gripped the thick material of his sweatpants and pulled them down only slightly, just a few inches, then she maneuvered his erection up to lay flush against his stomach letting the waistband hold him in place. Spike moned at her teasing touch. She had been painfully careful not to make direct contact with his member, almost like an awkward teen afraid to touch her first cock, which she certainly was not. She was doing this on purpose to drive him crazy. She layed a teasing kiss to his tip before taking him into the searing heat of her mouth. Stopping when she reached his waistband, she swirled her tongue around, tasting him. The action made him squirm and buck against his restraint.
She withdrew from him watching his body nearly convulse from the loss of her hot wet mouth. "Slayer…" he pleaded. He rocked his head back as Buffy started again. This time ignoring his throbbing cock. She bit him on his other hip and ran her tongue along the teeth marks she left. She was going to show him what happened when he didn't take care of himself properly. She licked a line over his lower abdomen then up his well defined muscles stopping when she got to his sternum where she bit lightly at his chest. She continued up to his collarbone nipping, kissing, and scratching her nails into his pale skin. Spike growled deeply as she teased one of his nipples with her tongue and bit lightly. He bucked, "Slayer, I'm begging you."
"What do you need?" She purred in his ear, the words dripping with promises.
"I need you, to feel you, touch you, anything."
She thought back to that night he had cuffed her to her bed in Sunnydale, he hadn't given into her pleas. He had been ruthless in pleasuring her. Giving her exactly what she never imagined she needed. She had let the world fall away that night in a cloud of bliss.
She grinned, shaking her head bringing herself back to the present situation, "You've been a bad boy, hobbling around on a broken leg. The only reason I haven't put you In a splint is because I know you'll heal up in no time if you just stay still."
"Couldn't miss seeing the girls off, Slayer."
"Well there's only one girl you need to see off tonight."
"God yes, please. Let me taste you."
She leaned in for a kiss, "Not just yet." She continued on moving up and down the length of his body. Leaving kisses and bites in her wake. She loved to watch the effect she was having on him. The way his muscles twisted and clenched under his nearly translucent skin. She rested a splayed hand on his stomach to brace herself as she worked her way over to his ribs on the right handside where she knew he was ticklish and nuzzled him with her nose and lips. The action made him jerk almost violently and she had to press down onto his hip to keep him still.
The force of it made him moan and she bit him, turning the moan into a gasp, "Buffy."
"Shhh, patience, William. Let me work," she whispered into the skin at his neck as she continued to work her will over him. She loved seeing him like this. Submissive to her, tensing, twitching and twisting under her administrations, she loved the way other things twitched too.
"Bloody hell woman."
"Did I strike a nerve?" She grinned, licking his other nipple.
He let out a shuddering chuckle, "Do your worst, Slayer."
"Too bad we're out of candles."
He raised an eyebrow, "Thought you said you didn't like that when we tried it before."
She shrugged, "Things are different now, it might be fun to try it again." She didn't give him a chance to reply before she got up and went over to her dresser.
"Buffy? S- Slayer?"
She reached into the small ceramic dish she kept her jewelry in and held up a silver cross, "What do you think?"
His eyes grew wide as he realized what she had planned. It was just a little cross but she wore it enough that he was familiar with the sweet little burns and stings it could provide. He shivered with anticipation at the thought of some of the places she could press it to him.
"You gonna hurt me nice, Slayer?"
"Is that what you want?
"Come on baby, make it hurt so good."
"You stole that from a song."
"Yes. And your point."
"Isn't the next line 'Sometimes love doesn't feel like it should'?"
"Something like that."
"I don't like it, it's too much like—"
"Wasn't thinking like that, I— Sorry, Slayer, little distracted here. I know you'll do me right. I want you to. Please, Slayer?"
Buffy considered the chain for a moment and draped it around her hand letting the cross fall down like a pendulum. "Okay. As long as you're not getting confused over there."
"Not a chance, Slayer."
She resumed her spot on the bed next to Spike and took the necklace, dragging it in swirling patterns along his chest, collarbones, shoulders and then back down across his abdomen. She was barely skimming his skin.
Spike let out an odd sound that started out as a hiss before turning into an obscene moan. Buffy felt a flutter in her core and knew that her panties were going to be drenched if they weren't already. All of the little sounds he would make etched themselves into her mind just as she etched into his skin with the cross. She drew idol patterns on his chest and stomach. Then down to the point where his cock still peeked out from the waistline of his pants. She took the cross, gliding it along the sensitive tip. Spike let out a strangled scream and Buffy immediately took his hard cock into the soothing depths of her mouth caressing the tiny burn with her tongue. He gasped in pleasure as she swirled her tongue around again and removed herself from him.
"Did I go too far with that?"
Spike shuddered, "God no. I want more. More of you, more of your sweet balance; pain and pleasure. Please, I'm begging you."
She leaned up to his face kissing him deeply and pressed the little cross into his neck. Spike's mouth opened into a yell that Buffy muffled with her mouth and deepened the kiss. She removed the cross and felt his tense body relax a little before breaking the kiss.
She continued her path, wandering down his body with the cross and her mouth. All of his grunts, whispered curses, growls and the like, everything turned her on and it wouldn't be long before she would have to give into her own desires bubbling under the surface.
More as a distraction for herself, she turned her attention towards his lower half, "Now, about this leg." She smirked as she took in the sight of him bound, still in his sweatpants with his cock trapped in the waistband and considered her options. The pants had to go. Moving down to the foot of the bed Buffy gripped his pants at the ankles and pulled them down freeing him.
Instead of dropping the pants onto the floor like Spike thought she would, she kept them on the bed while she examined his leg. At least he had changed the bandage at some point and she could smell Willow's salve. "Good boy, you did something right."
Spike didn't respond, he just tilted his head back in anticipation of what she would do next and hoped it involved the cross paired with something soft and sweet.
She picked up the pants again, slipped one leg behind his knees and pulled the pant legs around his legs; tieing them in a large clumsy looking knot. It would do nothing to actually hold him, "Just a reminder to stay still," she said patting the knotted pants
He smirked lazily, "Yes, Slayer."
She took him in her mouth again, and he arched his head back further with a sigh, as she began swirling her tongue around the tip. Buffy licked the head of his cock tasting him. Then pressed the small cross into the sensitive skin at his hip as she continued to work her mouth up and down his length. Taking him in fully she opened her throat to accommodate him and moved the cross down to a spot on his inner thigh. His cock spasmed in her mouth, pressing against her tongue and nearly made her gag. She didn't want him getting off yet, not like this.
Rocking back to kneel next to him she started trailing the cross over him again, soothing his skin with sweet kisses as she went. With the bottom tip of the little cross, she traced her name on his chest just below his collarbone, marking her territory with a searing burn, "There, in case you forget you're mine," she grinned, knowing full well it would heal in a day or two and disappear.
"Like I could forget…" he rasped.
She kissed him and started inching her way slowly back down his body.
"You're a bloody tease. You know that, right?" he said in a harsh tone.
She smiled, and continued to work further down his tight body and down his good leg. Pressing the cross to him every few inches as she traveled back up his inner thigh. Letting the cross brush lightly over his scrotum and his sensitive member. Soothing it with her tongue. He let out the occasional hiss or whispered curse but he never asked her to stop.
"Oh god Buffy," he grounded out through gritted teeth when she took him into her mouth again and pressed the cross to his lower abdomen once more. His cock twitched in her mouth and dripped precum onto her tongue and she couldn't hold back anymore.
She got up abruptly shedding her sweats and shirt and moved herself towards his head smiling down at him, "Think you can get the job done hands-free?"
"Are you trying to insult me?"
Buffy smirked, "It was a rhetorical question."
She maneuvered herself up to straddle above his mouth. Spike reached his tongue up trying to lick her clit but she held herself just out of reach. He let out a little growl, lifting his head up until he caught a taste, "Slayer," he whispered against her thigh.
Buffy lowered herself and Spike groaned at the taste of her. He lapped at her folds slowly, taking in every drop of her essence. With a few flicks of his tongue he had her screaming and whining just as much as he had been moments before. Straining against the belt holding him. He longed to hold her and press his fingertips into her hips and thighs, gripping her tightly and let out a little growl.
It took a moment for Buffy to realize that she still had the cross wrapped around the back of her fingers where her hand was gripping his white-blonde curls, forcing his mouth into her. She took the cross, laid it gently on the side of his neck feeling him moan into her, vibrating against her clit and she let out a little moan of her own.
Buffy tried not to let the cross linger in one place too long and kept it moving to various spots along his chest and neck. Anywhere she could reach while he continued to work her over with his tongue and lips. When she was close she reached behind her a little and pressed the cross to the center of his chest, eliciting another low vibrating moan that sent her quaking into his mouth as she came hard. He continued sucking and licking at her, taking her all in until there was nothing left.
She gasped and moved back, straddling his chest, still catching her breath. She moved herself down a little further until she could kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue and lips. She moaned into his mouth and inched herself back until she felt his rock hard cock against her. Spike let out a low growl as she started to work herself onto him.
He pushed inside of her with a hard thrust and Buffy swatted his chest, "For a dead guy you really have a problem with staying still."
"Can't help it."
She grinned as she rode him with blissful abandon, rocking her hips as she lowered herself down, letting him fill her completely before pulling up again. She rolled her hips as she glided up and down his hard length and bent to kiss him again when she felt herself getting close for a second time. The moment he felt her muscles clench around him he finally let go with a gruff low sound. They came together riding out their release just as the sun was coming up fully over the horizon.
Buffy collapsed over his now still form, running kisses over his neck and ear. Without separating, Buffy adjusted herself to roll them onto their sides looking into his eyes, "Was that alright?"
He chuckled, "Another rhetorical question?"
She grinned, "I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"Cross was a nice touch."