Chapter 3
January 1999
Buffy danced, wrapped in the security of her boyfriend’s arms, the night of her birthday. Spike had turned it into the most special day of her life. Conspiring with her mother to make her breakfast in bed early on Saturday morning, he had woken her up with a gentle kiss, something that was much better than her clock radio. Spending the entire day with her, they’d spent the afternoon watching movies, curled up together on her couch, before he took her to the beach to watch the sunset. Pulling her against his body and wrapping his duster around both of them, she watched the colors fade away as Spike nuzzled her neck. Later, Spike took her to the Bronze for a surprise party with all of their combined friends. Willow, Xander, Oz, Fred, Gunn, Angel, his girlfriend Faith, and Spike had all sang happy birthday to her while blowing on noise makers and wearing silly hats. Well, except for Spike, who refused to wear a hat. Gunn and Angel were persuaded by their girlfriends, and Oz and Xander went with the flow. After the obligatory cake, ice cream, and presents, Spike had whisked her away to his apartment for some much needed alone time.
She had been shocked upon walking into his bedroom later that night to see the dozens of candles on every flat surface and the stereo playing a soft, romantic song. Spike had enveloped her in his arms, and the two were now lost in each other’s eyes as they swayed to the music. Leaning down and kissing her softly, he slowly ran his fingers over her body. Pulling away from him, Buffy looked up into his eyes.
“Spike…I want tonight to be the night. I want you.”
“You sure?” he asked softly.
Buffy didn’t answer, just pulled him down for another kiss. Breaking away, she led him to the bed and sat down.
“Buffy, this wasn’t designed to get you into my bed. I just wanted to-“
“Spike, I know, but that doesn’t mean that there can’t be a change in plans.”
With shaky movements, Spike slowly began stripping down to his boxers. Crawling up the bed to meet her lips in a kiss, his hands wandered to the back of her dress. Finding the zipper, he gently tugged at it until he felt the dress begin to fall from her body. With gentle movements, the dress slipped away, leaving Spike to stare at Buffy in wonderment as he was overcome with how beautiful she was. Wearing a black lace bra and matching panties, he hardened almost instantly at how exquisite she was. The innocence that seemed to radiate from her also seemed to give off a sexuality that she didn’t even seem to be aware of.
Tracing his hands over her body, he began softly kissing up and down the length of her torso before finding the clasp of her bra and releasing it. Discarding it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, Spike cupped his hands around her firm breasts and massaged them gently.
Buffy moaned at his ministrations and pulled him down on top of her to get closer to him.
“Spike, please,” she whispered.
“Shhh, baby, I’m gonna make it perfect for you.”
She nodded and arched against him as his mouth found one of her nipples. Threading her fingers through his hair, she moaned as his other hand tweaked the nipple that was being overlooked.
Kissing a path down her body, Spike hooked his fingers under each side of her panties and gently pulled them down her toned legs. Panting slightly at the sight of her flushed and aroused body spread out for him on his bed, he kissed his way up one of her legs until he reached the moist center of her arousal.
“Spike?”
Spike didn’t answer, just spread her lips with his fingers before running his tongue along the cleft.
Buffy immediately arched her back away from the bed. “Oooh, God!”
Smiling, Spike went back to work, alternating between kissing and icking her until Buffy was almost mindless with passion.
“Spike, please! I need…I need…”
“I know what you need, baby,” he whispered before focusing his attention on the tiny pearl in the center. Grasping it lightly with his teeth, he flicked his tongue over and over until Buffy was screaming in ecstasy, using her hands to push his head down further, trying to prolong her pleasure. Spike eagerly continued before lapping at her from top to bottom.
Crawling up the length of her body, he smiled at the sated look on her face. Looking up at him between partially closed eyelids, she smiled. “That was amazing.”
“Glad you enjoyed it, luv,” he said with a smile before kissing her deeply.
Buffy tasted herself on Spike’s tongue and another stroke of arousal shot through her. Gently settling himself between her legs after disposing of his boxers, he positioned himself at her dripping opening. He froze for a second, realizing he forgot a condom, before remembering that Buffy had been on the Pill for a few months.
“Buffy, this will hurt for just a minute, luv.”
“I’m ready,” she replied, nodding as if to assure herself just as much as him.
Spike slowly eased into her, inch by inch, before feeling her barrier. Running one hand soothingly up and down her body, he gave her another loving kiss before tearing through her virginity. Buffy broke away from him with a sharp cry. Spike tenderly kissed her shoulders and neck before making his way back up to her face. He saw the tears spilling down her cheeks, and he felt as if his heart was going to explode from the pain he was causing her.
“Shhh, baby,” he said, kissing her. “The worst is over.”
Buffy slowly realized the pain was subsiding and nodded. Arching up against him softly, Spike looked into her eyes.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“I’m alright,” she whispered.
Spike nodded before gently easing half-way out of her and pushing back in. Buffy gasped as a shock of pleasure went through her and pulled Spike down to kiss him before she began meeting him thrust for thrust.
Spike was in heaven. Nothing had ever felt better than being sheathed inside her. He looked down at the woman beneath him and realized how much he cared for her. It wasn’t love yet. His heart wasn’t able to open up to someone as quickly since Drusilla had trampled all over it, but he knew he cherished Buffy.
Feeling his climax closing in on him, he angled his thrusts to graze against her to send her over the edge. After a few seconds, he felt her tighten around him and arch up with a scream. Spike smiled briefly before following her over the edge.
They each tried to catch their breath as Spike’s body blanketed her own. Slowly pulling out of her, they both groaned at the loss of intimate contact. Spike rolled onto his back before pulling Buffy onto his chest. He watched as her fingertips traced patterns over his upper body.
“I love you,” she whispered. Spike froze at the admission before she propped herself up to look at him. “I don’t expect you to say it back, but I thought you should know, I love you. I have for a long time.”
“Buffy, I-I…”
“Shhh,” she whispered, placing a finger over his lips. “I want you to say it when you’re ready. I can wait.”