Chapter 35
He flipped the covers and let his feet slip to the cold floor as his gaze drifted towards the connecting door. ‘What’s taking her so long?’He wondered running his fingers through his ruffled locks. Two hours had passed since his slick move out in the hall. Was she actually taking it seriously?
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She hugged her legs, bringing them closer to her chest and rested her chin on her knees as she sat on the bed staring at the door. ‘I’m not moving, not moving, not moving.’ She repeated the mantra in her mind as she slightly rocked back and forth. She wasn’t about to give in. ‘Nope. Not giving in.’
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He sighed audibly before pushing himself off the bed and shuffling his way out of the room and into the hall.
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Buffy jumped to attention at the metallic sound of a lock snapping open and frowned when she looked back at the connecting door and found it still closed. In a flash, she was up, hissing when her bare feet came into contact with the freezing floor. She hopped her way to her corridor door resting her ear on the wooden surface, straining to hear. ‘Where’s he going in the middle of the night?’ She questioned silently. The muffled sound of rushing water being flushed gave her the answer.
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He pressed his fingers over the bridge of his nose as he walked out of the bathroom, stopping in the middle of the hall to look at the door that lead… to her. He struggled with the option as his gaze drifted from one door to the next. Eventually, he opted for his own room. Dragging his feet towards his bed he grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, slipping in between the thick covers and turning on his side in a meek attempt to find sleep.
His eyes drifted shut as he tried to erase the images floating about in his mind. God, she could find a way to creep into his thoughts at anytime of the day, or night! He flung his arm over his head as if trying to protect himself from the myriad of pictures that flashed behind his closed lids.
He froze, his eye snapping open, when he felt the covers move from behind him and soon a soft, petite shape spooned up against his back. Her perfume suddenly registered in his nostrils as a small arm curled around his waist to rest on his stomach.
He wanted to say something witty and smug but the feel of her body pressed tightly against him, the way she nuzzled her face between his shoulder blades, inhaling his scent, caused his brain to short-circuit. As her small hand glided under his shirt to caress his bare stomach and make its way up and down his chest, her mouth trailed long kisses up his back until she reached the crook of his neck.
He held his breath, his eyelids suddenly feeling extremely heavy when he felt her tongue sluggishly trace the contours of his ear.
“What…” He swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut as her hand drifted lower on his abdomen. “…are you doing?”
“What does it feel like?”
She heard him gasp when her fingers slipped under the waistband of his shorts.
“Buffy, I-“ He stopped in mid-sentence when her small hand encircled him.
“I didn’t really feel like sleeping alone tonight.” She whispered as she nibbled on his earlobe. “Do you mind?”
It took a while for her question to register as her fingers began to move up and down his cock but, eventually, he was able to meekly shake his head.
“Didn’t think so.” She mumbled, pressing up against him.
She let out a small shriek when she suddenly found herself laying on her back, his hard body draped over hers, effectively trapping her as his hands pinned her wrists against the mattress over her head.
“What took you so long?” He asked hoarsely.
Trying hard to ignore the fact that she was actually naked under him, he dove for her neck, causing her to bite back a moan as his tongue assaulted the sensitive skin there.
“I thought you didn’t feel like having company tonight.” She managed to breathe as he moved between her legs and thrust his pelvis against hers.
“Changed my mind.” He whispered reaching her earlobe while his hand abandoned one of her wrists to glide down her side and massage her thigh.
“So… that mean I’m forgiven?” she questioned running her fingers through his thick hair as she arched her neck into against his mouth.
Suddenly, he pulled away to stared down at her.
“I’m not sure yet. You were a very, very naughty girl.” He mocked as he rolled off of her.
“Oh, come on!” She pouted, wrapping the sheets around her and laying on her side to look at him.
“You should have thought about the consequences, pet.” He continued to tease her. The smug grin on his face made her blood start to boil and she quickly sat up straight and swung her legs out of the bed.
“Fine. Goodnight then.” She grumbled. She was about to jump off the mattress when his arm wormed around her waist and pulled her into bed.
She giggled as her body collapsed between the fluffy sheets and she found him hovering over her once more.
“Close your eyes.” He asked.
She frowned, but did as she was told. She felt the weight shift on the bed as he moved and after a few seconds, he was back.
“Open them.”
When she did she saw him sitting up straight, handing her a small box.
“What’s this?” She questioned propping herself up on one elbow as she reached for it.
“Merry Christmas!”
Her hand quickly covered her mouth as she shrieked:
“Oh, my God! I didn’t get you anything. I mean, there was the whole hating you thing and I didn’t think there would be any gift exchange. I’m sorry. I didn’t think that-“
“Buffy?” He cut her off. “Relax. Just open it.”
“But I didn’t get you anything.” She pouted again.
“Just open the bloody thing.” He said with a smile, anxious to see her reaction.
She sighed and began unwrapping the present. Her eyes went wide when she opened the box to find a small chain inside. In regular intervals the metal twisted to form the outlining of petals at the centre of which there was a small amber stone. The end result was a thin, silvery string with six or seven individual flowers.
“It’s beautiful.” She whispered staring at the necklace.
“Turn around and let me put it on.” He urged her.
With a huge smile on her face she handed the necklace back to him as she sat up and turned her back to him. She fingered the delicate string as he struggled with the lock.
“There.”
Slowly she turned around to face him.
“What do you think?” She asked.
“It’s gorgeous.” He breathed, staring as her finger lingered on the chain.
“Thank you so much.” She repeated leaning in and giving him a soft peck on the lips.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled back as the two lay back on the bed.
“Why’d you buy this if we were broken up?” She questioned, turning in his arms to face him after a moment of silence.
“I knew I’d win you back.” He answered smugly, earning a feeble swat across the chest from her. “I’m just kidding.” He chuckled when he saw lower lip jut out. “Truth is I bought it before we broke up.”
“Oh…” She said as she snuggled against his chest, but frowned when realisation came. “Wait a second. We fought on homecoming.”
“Yeah, so.”
“That was like a month and a half ago.” She stated.
Spike stared blankly at her and repeated: “So?”
“So, you bought me a Christmas present a mouth in advance?” She questioned.
“Yeah.” He replied with a shrug.
She propped herself up on one elbow looking wide eyed at him.
“Did I do something wrong? Cause I really don’t see what I did.” He asked nervously.
He felt his body relax when a smile crept over her lips.
“You are the sweetest boyfriend ever.” She said.
He felt his heart skip a beat at the use of the word ‘boyfriend’, but he masked his surprise with a smug grin and muttered: “So it’s official, huh?” At her frown, he added: “You, me. Boyfriend, girlfriend?”
She swallowed hard as she became aware of her Freudian slip. “I-I don’t know. Maybe.” She stuttered, anxiously waiting for his reaction.
His smirk crumbled in an instant as he lifted his hand to trace the outline of her face. “Maybe?” He repeated hoarsely.
Hearing the nervousness in his voice seemed to have a calming effect on her. “Definitely maybe.” And, without warning, her mouth was on his.
At first, he was taken by surprise, but soon he was responding with as much fervour as she. He rolled over her and the kiss became deeper and more hectic as the desire between them grew. They moved erratically, both struggling for dominance, pulling, biting and nibbling at each other’s lips. In the middle of the ongoing battle, she hooked her thumbs on the waistband of his shorts, pulling them downwards until they were wrapped around his knees. As her hands travelled upward and proceeded with tugging at his t-shirt, her feet pushed the rest of the boxers down, until they were discarded somewhere between the mountain on sheets they lay in. She gave him a satisfied smile when she was finally able to get his t-shit off and his naked body came into contact with hers. They stared at each other for a few seconds and then, suddenly, Spike felt the wind get knocked out of him when, with one swift move of her hips, she managed to roll them over. He quickly found himself on his back, her golden body hovering over his, her legs spread to accommodate his hips, her mouth attacking his chest.
He gasped at the desperation and desire that marked her every move. He closed his eyes and arched into her touch as her tongue glided from one hardened nipple to the other. He was so caught up in the feel of her mouth that he didn’t even notice her hand worming its way down his body to reach for his cock.
His eyes snapped open and he stared down at her as her small fingers wrapped around him and slowly started moving up and down. His hand reached for her head, interlacing with her blonde strings and forcing her to abandon his chest and look up at him. The moment she did, he attacked her lips, seemingly trying to devour her. She continued to pump him and he let out a strangled moan into her mouth; his grip on her hair becoming stronger as he instinctively thrust his hips against her hand.
Slowly, in the middle of the haze of his mind, he felt something soft and slippery sweep across the tip of his cock.
“Fuck!” He breathed when he realised what it was.
He abandoned her mouth and opened his eyes to see her manoeuvre her hips over his, her damp warmth brushing against his swollen shaft, inviting him inside. He gasped when she dipped her pelvis and he felt his cock push between her folds. In a fleeting moment of clarity, his hands grabbed her hips, keeping them at bay as he tried to speak:
“Wait… the condom…” He couldn’t believe he was actually stopping her.
“No need for one.” She breathed as she pushed downwards but he held her fast.
“Wh-what do you-“ He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut as she continued to move, brushing up against him. “What do you mean?” He finally asked.
“I mean there is no need.” And she leaned down to kiss him, her fingers finding his and pulling at them.
“Buffy… we can’t… cond-“ He babbled.
“Shhhhh. Trust me.” She coaxed him, finally able to free herself.
“But what abou- Oh, Fuck!” He gasped when she suddenly sat up straight and let her weight fall. His eyes snapped open as he found himself buried himself inside of her. “Christ, Buffy you’re so…”
He wasn’t able to put it into words. The softness of her inner walls clamping around him, the heat, the tightness, he felt like he would come at that very minute if she dared to move.
Buffy held her breath as she truly felt him inside of her for the first time. No condom, no barrier, nothing between them and it felt amazing. She remained frozen for a second, adjusting to his size as she watched his face contort in pleasure and then she began to move. Slowly, resting her hands over his chest for leverage, she slid up and he moaned, his hands immediately grabbing her hips, forcing her to stop.
“Wait, wait.” He begged, closing his eyes for a moment as he searched for control.
“You ok?” She asked between pants.
He simply nodded and released her from his grip. A second later she moved again and he clenched his teeth trying to ignore the feel of sliding in and out of her, but it all seemed to crumble when he opened his eyes to see her. She soared over him; her breasts exposed, bathed in moonlight, the small necklace lingering around her neck as her head lolled back, her hair cascading down her sides to frame her body.
“God, Buffy, you’re beautiful.” He hissed as he felt her growing tighter and tighter around him. Her hands reached for his, finding them resting over her hips and guided them upwards to cup her breasts.
“Wait, no…” He mewled as everything seemed to be too much for him. But her response was completely opposite to what he had asked. She increased the pace, contracting her inner muscles, causing them to clamp around him. “Buffy, please wait… I’m not… Oh God!” he stopped in mid sentence as she twisted her hips and let out a soft moan. “Don’t… please, stop!” He pleaded urgently. “God, Buffy… I-I’m gonna come if you don’t…”
Her hands tightened around his, forcing him to grab her breasts harder and that was it, the last shred of control was lost and he found himself thrashing under her as he came. His back arched slightly off the bed as the waves of pleasure slammed against him causing his eyes lose focus for a few moments. Seconds later he lay dully on the bed, a peaceful numbness coursing through every inch of his body as everything seemed too heavy to bare, even his own eyelids.
When he finally opened his eyes he gazed at her laying on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder as a single drop of sweat traced down her cheek.
“God, that was…” He started but it was still too soon for words.
“Merry Christmas.” She said, giddily sitting up straight.
“That was one hell of a present, luv.” He mumbled, pausing for a second to contemplate her.
“You’re welcome.” She smiled down on him.
Slowly, a sinking feeling crawled its way into his chest.
“Did you…” He tried to hint. “Was it… um… good for you?” God, he couldn’t believe he had just asked her that! It sounded so… bloody stupid.
“It was.” She continued to smile, but he could tell she wasn’t being completely honest.
“It didn’t seem like it was.” He grumbled.
“It was nice.” She insisted.
“Great! In two seconds we’ve gone from good to nice. That’s an improvement!” He mumbled sarcastically.
“It was very nice.” She smirked, leaning down to kiss him, but before she had a chance to he met her half way and forced her to sit up straight.
“I guess we’ll just have to remedy that now, won’t we?” He said smugly.
“Really?” She replied cocking up an eyebrow.
He simply nodded and leaned in to capture her lower lip into his mouth, his arms wrapping around her small waist.
She mewled into his mouth as she felt him harden inside of her. After a few seconds his hands gripped her hips, guiding them upwards and then back down, causing him to slide in and out of her. Trading soft and long kisses, they sat on the bed, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they moved in unison at a slow, torturous rhythm, building up the pressure with each stroke. Spike’s fingers abandoned her hips to glide over her back, reaching her head and slipping between the long, golden strings of her hair. He tugged lightly at them, forcing her to arch her neck and expose her throat to his mouth. She gasped as the combined sensation of his tongue sweeping across her skin and the feel of him slipping in and out of her became too overwhelming.
His mouth moved in a dawdling pace, tracing a secret pattern from her neck down to her left nipple. His tongue sluggishly drew circles around it, occasionally stopping to suck it into his mouth or nibble at it.
“Ah, Spike…” Buffy moaned; her nails digging into the back of his neck as his teeth scrapped across the sensitive flesh.
She felt completely overwhelmed as the feeling inside of her built up. She had never experienced anything like this. All the other times had been so frenzied, so hurried, the desire between them too strong to be able to control, hold back or take the time to make it last. Her eyes went wide when one of his hands wormed between their bodies, finding its way to her clit.
“Oh, God!” She mewled as the rough texture of his thumb brushed against the small bundle of nerves.
Suddenly, every single feeling in her body seemed to be sharpened as her senses concentrated on the spot where their bodies came together. Unconsciously, she bit her lower lip, the sensation inside of her building to heights she had never thought possible.
“Oh, God Spike, I’m gonna-” She managed to breathe between harsh pants.
He smiled. He loved the way she always announced her impending orgasms. Suddenly, he thrust hard upwards, burying himself inside of her to the hilt with one long, rough stroke and everything seemed to crumble around her. Her mouth went wide as the energy that had been growing inside of her flooded her entire body, every single inch of her vibrating with the force of her orgasm. Spike felt she was about to scream and pulled her down for one ravenous kiss, swallowing her cry as his tongue invaded her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around him, shaking as she continued to ride out her pleasure. Her inner muscles contracted wildly around him, causing him to quickly follow her over the precipice.
After a few moments they sat spent, in a bundle of limb, gasping for breath, leaning on each other for support as their bodies became completely limp. It took a long while for them to be able to speak, but eventually Buffy seemed to mumble something.
“What’s that, luv?” He asked.
“Cold.” The word tumbled out of her lips.
He smiled and lay back on the bed, bringing her down with him and wrapping the sheets around them.
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The sound of a door being slammed closed snapped him out of his daze. Spike grumbled under his breath as his gaze fell on the sleeping form spooned against his side. Her head rested on his outstretched arm, her leg was flung over his stomach. He smiled as he realised just how perfectly they fit together. His eyes drifted toward the alarm clock on the nightstand. The red lights read: “7:30”.
“Oh, bloody hell.” He cursed when he realised they had dosed off. “Luv?”
The small creature lying next to him stirred, but refused to wake up.
“Luv, you need to wake up. My da’s up.”
“Mhm…” She mumbled.
“Buffy, you gotta wake up.” He insisted, running his fingers through her hair.
“Wha’?” She finally asked, her eyes still closed.
“It’s seven thirty, my da’s gonna come in here any second.”
“It’s too early.” She protested, snuggling closer to him.
“Buffy…” He continued to call, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Wake up.”
“Just five more minutes.” She tried to bargain, but he would have none of that.
“Wake up.” He shook her slightly and she finally opened her eyes.
“You’re evil.” She grumbled pouting.
“I know, but you gotta get up.”
Reluctantly, she rolled onto her back, her arms outstretching over her head as she yawned audibly. Slowly, she managed to sit up. She turned to see him lying on the bed and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Her fingers reached for the chain around her neck as she whispered, “Thanks for the present.”
“No, thank you.” He replied, watching her as she prepared to get out of bed. “Wait, Buffy.” He stopped her as he suddenly realised something. “About last night…”
“Yeah?” She frowned a bit.
“You know… the condom. Are you sure everything’s… um… safe?” He wondered a bit embarrassed.
“Absolutely. I’ve been on the pill for almost a year now.” She reassured him.
“Huh?”
“Since Angel.” She explained.
He simply nodded, his stomach turning in disgust at the thought of *him* touching her. She was about to leave when his next question stopped her again. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Well, the first time we… It was kind of unexpected and I didn’t really know if you had… you know…” She trailed off, hopping she didn’t have to elaborate, but his frown forced her to continue: “Condoms don’t just protect you from unwanted baby making.”
Slowly, realisation sunk it. “You thought I had some sort of STD?” He asked a bit outraged.
“No!” She immediately answered. “I mean, I didn’t know. How could I? You had been sleeping with Dru and, apparently, Dru isn’t too enthusiastic about the whole monogamous part that comes with a relationships-“
“Neither was Angel as I recall.” He retorted.
“Are we gonna fight about this?” she sighed. “It was just once and I didn’t know you all that well.”
“What about yesterday?”
“I tried to tell you, remember? You weren’t really paying much attention.” She replied.
There was a moment of pause as he pondered what to do.
“When you make up your mind, let me know.” She muttered getting off the bed.
Suddenly, one strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling at her and causing her to tumble onto the bed. She gasped as she looked up to find Spike hovering over her. “You’re forgiven.” He smiled down on her.
“Am I, now?”
“But only because of the incredible Christmas present.” He added before leaning down to kiss her.