Chapter 15
Spike pulled into the Summers’ driveway later that night, barely putting the car in park before he began his run for the front door. Not bothering to knock, he pushed through the door and into the living room. Seeing several people he didn’t know giving him curious looks, he finally spotted his father sitting with Dawn. Making his way over to both of them, he was met with a crying teenager, throwing herself into his arms.
“I’m so sorry, Nibblet.”
Dawn nodded and pulled away after a minute, wiping at her eyes and nose. Turning to his father, Giles gestured to the stairs. “She’s in her room. She wasn’t up to seeing any guests tonight. She said she just wanted to be alone.”
Spike nodded before turning and jogging up the stairs, shedding his duster on the way. Walking up to Buffy’s door, he gently tapped on it before pushing it open.
“I don’t want to see anybody,” he heard her say in a hoarse voice. Spike glanced around the dim room and spotted her huddled in a chair, staring out the window at the side of the house.
“It’s me, baby,” he whispered, watching as her head snapped around to face him.
“Spike?” she asked in disbelief. Spike was barely able to nod before he was assaulted by the woman he loved. “You weren’t here,” she yelled, hitting him repeatedly against his chest and stomach. “I needed you…I needed you, and you weren’t here…you weren’t…I needed you,” her voice got quieter and her punches became weaker until Spike was able to wrap his arms around her. Pulling her frail body closer to his, Spike buried his face in her soft hair and let his own tears fall. “I needed you,” she whispered over and over again.
“I know, baby,” Spike said in a choked voice. “I’m so sorry. I know you needed me, but I’m here now,” he said, pulling away to cup her face in his hands. “I’m here, and I’m not leaving you again.”
Spike nearly jumped back as Buffy’s lips attacked his. He vaguely heard the sound of the door shutting behind him as she pushed him against it. Spike began returning her kiss as her tongue delved into his mouth to tangle with his own. Spike felt her tiny hands trace the muscles in his torso, heading downward until she reached for his belt buckle. Slowly, he reached down to gently pry her hands away as he pulled away from her.
“Buffy, not like this.”
“I need you, Spike. Please! Make me feel something, anything…just make me forget for a little while. Please, Spike.”
“Buffy-”
“No, Spike. I know what I want, and I need you inside of me now,” she said, once again grabbing for his belt. Spike didn’t know what to do as she quickly stripped him and herself. His body had the natural reaction to having her naked body so close to his own, but he didn’t want to take advantage of her.
Before one last protest left his mouth, he found himself lying on her bed as she straddled him. His breath caught as he felt her smooth body moving against his before she positioned him at her entrance and plunged herself downward. Both moaned at the fulfilling feeling of being connected again. Buffy began to move wildly, her erratic movements showing the stress of the last two days.
“Buffy,” he moaned, trying to slow her movements, not wanting to cause her any physical harm after not being together for a year. “We shouldn’t be doing this, pet.” Spike almost couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth as she rotated her hips sending tingling sensations through both of them.
“No,” she said, stretching her body to the length of his with her chest pressed tightly to his own. Never stopping the gyrating of her hips, Spike felt his jaw clench. “Don’t make me stop, Spike.”
“Buffy-” he began, grabbing her thighs to slow her movements.
“No!” she yelled. “If you want to hurt me, Spike, then do it! Hit me if you have to, but you will NOT make me stop.”
“What?!” Spike looked at her incredulously, seeing the tears in her eyes. He tightened his grip on her until her movements stopped.
“Hurt me!” she said, looking into his eyes.
“What are you bloody talking about, Buffy?!”
“I can’t hurt inside anymore, Spike.” Fresh tears began cascading down her cheeks. “So if you’re going to hurt me, it’s got to be physically, because I can’t handle you rejecting me right now. So do it…hurt me!”
Understanding suddenly dawned on Spike. Quickly flipping them, Buffy found herself lying beneath him.
“I would never hurt you, baby,” he whispered seductively, lavishing passionate kisses all over her body as he continued moving in and out of her hot depths. “I love you…I’ll give you what you need…I’m not going to hurt you…I could never hurt you,” he said as his thrusting sped up.
Spike met her lips in a searing kiss as he let his hand wander down her body until it wrapped around her hips. Tenderly holding her body closer to his, he began thrusting faster, feeling her impending climax.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, kissing his way down her jaw to her neck. “You know you want to, just come for me.”
Not caring who heard them, Spike sped up his thrusts, vaguely aware of the headboard thumping against the wall continually. Spike smiled briefly as Buffy threw her head back with a scream, her body writhing as her climax crashed into her. Driving into her four more times, Spike soon found his own release, spilling himself into her hot depths.
After a few moments, Spike rolled away and pulled Buffy against his chest. She snuggled closer to him, tracing patterns over his chest.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered after a few minutes of silence.
“For what, luv?”
“For what I said to you. I didn’t mean it. I know that you would never hurt me like that, and I shouldn’t have said it. I just miss her so much, and it feels like I’m being turned inside out.”
“I know, baby,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t worry about it. You need to get some sleep.”
“Thank you for being here, Spike. I need you right now.”
Buffy closed her eyes, and, within minutes, was sound asleep. Spike heard her breathing regulate and pulled her closer to him, closing his own eyes. “I need you, too.”