Second part, there would be a third one if anyone's interested…
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Buffy can't take it anymore. Spike's hands, his mouth, his tongue seem to be everywhere over her body. He is now down on his legs. She feels his hands on her ankles, her calves, her knees, but his breath is already back on her thighs... between her thighs.
She had almost forgotten those wandering hands. These fingers so long, so elegant and how they were able to slip everywhere with incredible dexterity. To unhook a bra without her even feeling it coming, to brush against it, caress it and the next second grab it with a suddenness that excited her at the time, to scratch it with a languid gentleness...
These last nights, she had felt an incredible sweetness slipping into his arms, sleeping there, nestled in this intoxicating smell tinged with cold tobacco, leather and fresh earth; to gently caress his forearm, entwined around her, to feel the strength of this muscular body, but also the abandonment, the vulnerability, when he slept, his head resting on her chest. And it hit her : Spike was vulnerable. Always, ever since he loved her, he had been just that: exposing his feelings, accepting the humiliation of not being loved in return, of being used by her, staying by her side even when she gave him no hope, nothing in return. Just her frankness and her loyalty. And this vulnerability was an open door to welcome her.
And yet, she had known something else about him: his lustful look when she arrived in his crypt and he knew she wasn't going to resist long before jumping on him, his burning desire when he kissed her and grasped, knowing that for the next few minutes, she would be his, his pride almost misplaced, after sex when he devoured her with his eyes as if she belonged to him. He was right, she had never experienced anything like this. Not with Angel, even less with Riley. In those moments, she was herself, entirely present to her desire. With him, she didn't have to pretend, to fake, didn't have to be anything other than herself. And he wanted her just like that.
His words echoed in her head. "I've seen the best and the worst of you. I understand with perfect clarity what you are. You're hell of a woman." She had never experienced such a statement. She then felt a strength that she did not know she had. She felt full, whole.
This last night, spent in his arms, had made it obvious to her : she wanted him whole too. She wanted him with his tenderness and his devotion, with his guilt and his sarcasm, with his burning desire, his exploring hands and his satisfied smile. And when Buffy wants something, she goes for it. She was happy and proud of the man he had become, a man in whom she had absolute trust. But she also knew what man was sleeping down there, what passion... and she wanted him back.
And there she was. His hands exploring her entire body and she couldn't take any more desire. She wanted him to stop holding back, to take her, to slide into her. The warmth of his breath on her sex, slightly altered by the fabric, and that kiss on her panties... an involuntary movement of her thigh on Spike's cheek made him understand that she couldn't take it anymore. She knew he was playful but he also knew she could demand...and that she wouldn't let him tease her for too long. With an immense feeling of relief, she felt his tongue suddenly part her panties and slip inside her.
The relief was short-lived, suddenly giving way to a wave of uncontrollable pleasure. Spike's tongue licked her clit, moving up and down before sliding inside, hard. Buffy raised her thighs above Spike's shoulders, wrapping him in her embrace and forcing him to continue. Spike smiles to himself: when the slayer wants something... you shouldn't refuse her. The movement of his tongue accelerated, he drank her, literally, the metallic taste of her sex spreading in his mouth, on his palate, even more intoxicating than that of blood.
He couldn't help it: with his teeth, he came to tickle her, causing small spasms in her, somewhere between apprehension and pleasure. Then he brought his hand up from under her ass and slipped a finger inside her. Just one. Which complemented the pleasure he brought her with his tongue. Buffy felt the madness of pleasure rising inside her. Information was reaching from everywhere in her body, pleasure was appearing in areas she barely suspected. He was all over her and inside her. And that's what she always wanted.
In her mind, it took shape with an almost shocking reality: there was her desire, her pleasure, and there was Spike. It was him who gave her this. Nobody else could. From somewhere in her head, Spike's voice sounded, "I love you. You know I do." Of course, she knows it, she even feels it… It is with this realization that Buffy suddenly felt herself leaving, carried away by an orgasm that left her unable to control her volume. She screamed.
