S7E22 : Last night before the battle, Buffy joins Spike in the basement…
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Sitting on his bed, Spike can't sleep. He turns the amulet, the shiny tricket, given by Angel in his hands. He knows it, he feels it, his destiny and that of Sunnydale depend on this jewel. What black magic does it contain ? Which demon will come out of this and take him to Hell for good this time ?
He didn't even try to lay down, didn't even try to sleep. How could he, without her ? Three nights she sleeps in his arms, her warm body clinging to him. Without her smell, without her presence at his side, there is no chance he could sleep.
A creak at the top of the stairs, Spike instinctively sits up. He feels it, it's her. The sound of her footsteps stopped. For a second, anxiety grips his stomach: what if she doesn't go down? What if she hesitates ? What if she suddenly regrets those nights spent together, what if he disgustes her again ?
Spike wants to turn off his brain but can't. Gosh, that soul won't leave me in peace ! Despite the sweetness of the last few days, despite the trust she placed in him - I believe in you - the memories come back to his mind, the bathroom, Buffy pushing him away... He had promised himself that he would never hurt her and he had. How could he deserve anything from her anymore ? He will never ask her for anything, he didn't want anything from her... just for her to come down those stairs.
The sound of footsteps resumes. This time, Spike's whole body is tense. He sits up on the bed, places the amulet next to him and watches her move forward, stopping in front of him. God she is gorgeous. Her curls falling on her shoulders, this skirt tight around her thighs, this proud and self-confident look.
Breathless, he waits. He won't make a move that betrayed his impatience, not a move that compromised what had to happen next. Tomorrow will be the big battle, the last day. Something floats in the air... a feeling of the end of the world, a feeling that anything is possible. She approaches him, closer and closer, determined.
She only stops when she reaches his height, her legs slipped between his knees, still seated. Her belly is only a few centimeters away from her. He leans his head against it, gently, tenderly... she caresses the back of his neck, runs her hand through his hair. It's soft at the beginning… but it get stronger. She brushes his hair, comes closer, holds him tighter.
Is she asking for more ? He no longer knows what she wants from him. He cannot trust his senses, his desire, he is afraid, once again, of misinterpreting.
"Buffy… are you sure?"
He looks up at her and sees her dominating him, contemplating him with a hard, determined look. She doesn't respond but leans towards to him... and kisses him. The first kiss they exchange since he has his soul. For months. And what he feels is not just his desire, it is a wave of immense love that overwhelms him. She's sure. She knows what she wants. Her lips are quite clear.
When she stands up and releases the kiss, he finally dares to touch her. He moves his hands up her legs, her hips, gently, until he grasps her waist. He leans against her stomach again and begins to kiss her, through the t-shirt, his face buried in her. Buffy grabs her t-shirt and takes it off, giving him access to her skin. She arches under his fiery kisses, and when he bites her, gently, passionately, he feels her shiver. That's really what she wants.
Spike no longer hesitates and tilts her onto the bed. He leans over her to kiss her neck while she slides her hands over her buttocks and wraps around it. Much too familiar gestures. It brings memories of their antics, only a few months ago. So wild, uninhibited. But something has changed in him and in this moment, he feels it. It is not his pleasure that he seeks. What he wants is her pleasure.
Then, slowly he begins to descend along her neck, her torso with soft, wet kisses, he licks her left nipple for a moment and feels it stiffen under his tongue but he does not stop here and he continues to descend. Above him, Buffy moans and it's the only thing that makes sense now. Licking her stomach, he begins to slide down the zipper of her skirt. When he takes it off, he lets his hands wander down her thighs, over her knees, her calves and down to her ankles. His mouth moves up, his tongue sliding along her legs, until it reaches her thighs... the inside of her thighs. Under the skin, he feels his femoral artery pulsing rapidly. The blood flowing inside vibrates the demon inside him. He could bite right there and drink from her...
...But he won't, the vampire is greedy, but Spike is even more. And it's another taste that he wants to indulge in. At this idea, he feels a hole forming in his stomach and his jeans tightening. His desire overwhelms him and the only thing holding him back is the desire above him, that of Buffy which is also pulsing. Everything for her.
He brings his mouth to her panties, which he has not yet taken off, and lets his breath slide over the thin fabric. Below, her clitoris is swollen with desire. He kisses her through the panties and feels that she is already soaked. He shivers. He is the one causing that. Not Angel. Not Riley. Him. It's intoxicating.
He would like to play a bit longer, see how long he can and she can take it. But she's commanding. And he understands he can't make her wait any longer. Whatever Buffy wants… So, with his tongue, he slides the thin fabric to the side and finally he plunges inside. He feels a great relief running through the slayer's body, immediately followed by a new tension: this time, it's no longer desire, it's pure pleasure that overwhelms her...
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To be continued.
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