Chapter Six
Buffy stepped through the door of the dojo in the final minutes before dawn. Their earlier training session had been so wrought full of tension, that she’d felt the need to escape for awhile. Luckily, Spike had apparently needed a break to, because he didn’t argue or insist on going with.
She walked over to the trash can and dropped her empty soda cup into it before shrugging out of her jacket. Throwing it over the pommel horse, her mind was drawn back to the thoughts that had been plaguing her since she left.
Over the last few weeks, they had been drawing closer to each other. Really getting to know each other in ways that they hadn’t before. Is this how things could have been if she hadn’t freaked after that first kiss? Every day, she learned more about him that made her love him more. She knew he wasn’t unaffected by her, had caught him looking at her with that trace of longing in his face. But did he still love her? And would he, once she told him what happened in Sunnydale? He knew that they were dead, but the only two people that knew the whole truth about what happened were her and Angel. And Angel hated her now. What if the same happened with Spike?
Buffy sighed and scrubbed her hands over her eyes. So many questions with no answers. The only thing she knew for a certainty was what she felt for the blonde vampire. She knew that there was a real possibility that she would die during the tournament. And this time it would be forever. No more ‘get out of death free cards’ for her. She would finally be done with this earth. But did she want to waste whatever time she had left letting Spike hold her at arms length? She’d wasted so much time with him already. Could she waste the possible final few weeks of her life, not letting him know how much she loved him? How much she had always loved him? She knew she didn’t deserve his love in return, but didn’t she owe him, at least that much?
Buffy shook her aching head, moaning. It seemed that one question just spurred another one into forming. She needed to make a decision, and she needed to do it now. Before any more time slipped away.
“Carpe diem.” She whispered to herself, as she turned towards the sound of running water. Walking slowly over to the bathroom door, she placed her hand flat against it, her heart thudding in her chest. It wasn’t closed all the way, and thin wisps of steam escaped through the gap. Bolstering her courage, Buffy pushed the door open and stepped inside. Biting her lip to keep from moaning, she let her hungry eyes roam over the naked perfection in front of her.
Spike was standing under the spray furthest away from the door. The hot water cascaded through his platinum hair, and down the sleek lines of his back. Buffy watched it’s progression down his muscular frame, her eyes lingering on the firm shape of his buttocks, then further down to his corded thighs and calves.
Sweat had broken out on her skin, and she knew that it was more because of the man in front of her, than the hot moisture in the air. Her breathing picked up and her heart triple timed in her chest, her mind willing him to turn around.
As if hearing her silent plea, he did just that. His eyes were closed as he faced her, and his bottom lip was captured between his teeth, a look of pleasure twisting his features. Her eyes roamed eagerly over the rigid muscle of his chest and abdomen, a gasp escaping her throat as she saw what he was doing.
Spike’s eyes snapped open at the sound, but he didn’t stop. Buffy watched with fascination as he stroked himself. She felt her body respond to the sight of his long fingered hand, working over the thick shaft, the heat starting in her center and spreading rapidly through her body. Her panties became soaked and her core throbbed in time to each pass his hand made over his pulsating cock.
Buffy’s mouth became as dry as dust when his strokes became faster. With a growl, Spike threw his head back, his whole body tense as he came, thick streams of white falling to the blue tiled floor.
Her eyes found his as his hand fell away from his quickly softening shaft. His eyes were unreadable as he looked at her. Reaching behind him, he turned the water off with a snap, then grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he ran a hand through his hair, and started towards her.
“Enjoy the show, pet,” he asked his jaw clenched, his voice was harsh, his accent thick. Swallowing heavily, Buffy nodded. His eyes burned her as they raked over her body. Her skin was flushed, tendrils of chocolate colored hair curling around her face from the steam in the room. Her blood was rushing through her veins, her breathing coming in short pants. Spike felt himself harden again at the hungry look in her eyes. Groaning, he reached out and fisted a hand into the material of her shirt. Hauling her against him, he cursed for never being able to keep a promise to himself when it came to her. Telling the voice in his head to sod off, Spike crushed his mouth against the Slayer’s, his tongue sweeping past her parted lips and into the sweetness of her mouth.
Her fingers streaked up the slick flesh of his arms to bury themselves into his wet hair. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her tighter against him. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, pushing herself closer. Spike began to walk, tearing his mouth away from hers so he wouldn’t fall. Buffy peppered kisses along his throat and jaw until her teeth captured the lobe of his ear, making him hiss.
Once they were back in the training room, he pried her away from him and pulled one of the sleeping bags out and spread it open on the floor. He turned in time to catch the now naked Slayer in his arms. Her mouth slid hungrily over his as he turned them and laid her down on the makeshift bed. His towel was whisked away and they both moaned at the familiar feel of each other.
Spike pushed a knee between hers and settled between her spread thighs. Soft mewling sounds emitted from her throat and her hips began to gyrate, begging him silently to take her.
He broke the kiss to raise himself up. Staring into her eyes, he pushed his length deep into her throbbing core.
“Oh, god. Spike.” She practically sobbed, as his cock stretched and filled her. He growled, deep in his chest as her inner muscles clenched around him. His demonic face rippled forward as he struggled for control. Nobody had this much of an effect over him.
“Fuck,” he gasped as he began to thrust. Her hips rose to meet his with wild abandon. A tidal wave was building inside of Buffy with each surge of his hips. Her nails scraped restlessly across his flesh, causing him to growl.
Spike felt his own orgasm fast approaching and he buried his face in her throat, his strokes becoming harder and faster. Grazing a fang across her throat, he lapped at the blood he’d raised. Her head fell to the side, exposing the flesh to him, a silent entreaty for him to take what he wanted. His growl filled the air as he sank his fangs into her. Buffy came with a shriek of his name, her hand fisting in his hair, holding him to her.
Spike pushed up on his toes, burying himself as deep as he could, his cold seed shooting into her womb. Her warm, sweet blood flowed over his tongue, making him tremble with the impact of her gift. Closing his eyes, he retracted his fangs and raised his head to meet her eyes. Purposefully keeping his true face forward, his gold orbs searched her for any sign of disgust. A smile spread across her face as she stared up onto his demonic visage. Her blood stained his lips, but instead of sickness, Buffy felt a pleasant tingle at being taken so completely by him.
She traced her fingertips across his ridges gently, and leaned up to kiss him, tasting her blood as she did so. When she pulled back, she looked into his startled blue eyes.
“Buffy. . .” she shut him up with another kiss, her tongue gliding over his. She felt him harden again within her, and she slowly started to rock her hips. Spike broke the kiss and pulled out of her at the same time, chuckling at her cry of dismay. “I think we can take a little longer, this time, luv.” His husky voice sent shivers down her spine, and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip in anticipation.
Spike’s eyes stayed locked with hers, his left hand lightly skimming up her side. She hissed in pleasure when his cool fingers traced around the soft globe of her breast. Her eyes drifted shut when his thumb flicked over her hardened nipple.
“Look at me, Buffy,” he commanded. Her eyes snapped open, her back arching into his touch.
“Please, Spike.” Buffy moaned. Shockwaves coursed though her as his thumb and forefinger pinched and teased the nubbin.
“What, Pet? Please, what?”
“Your mouth. I. . .need. . .your mouth,” she begged, her nails biting into the palms of her hands.
“Where?” he continued the torture on her breast, relishing the desire glazed look in her eyes.
“Everywhere,” she whispered, bringing her hands up to bury her fingers into his still damp hair. He flashed her a wolfish grin before replacing his clever fingers with his mouth. Buffy let out a long moan of pleasure as his cool tongue laved her nipple. The fingers teased her other hard nub, sending twin bolts of electricity straight to her core. The smell of her arousal wafted around him, causing him to moan against her flesh. Buffy writhed against him, gasping when she felt a fang graze the soft flesh of her breast. Lapping the precious fluid, Spike savored the rich sweetness that was making him dizzy with need. Swiping his tongue on last time over the gash, he then blazed a trail of cold fire across her skin to mimic his actions on her other breast.
His hand danced down her body, brushing against the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. Her hips surged forward, begging him to touch. His chuckle vibrated against her skin, causing another wave of arousal to crash through her. She huffed softly in disappointment when his lips left her breast, only to hiss when his tongue slid slowly across her stomach, his teeth nipping lightly at her abdomen.
Spike laid on his stomach between her splayed thighs, breathing deep the aroma of their mixed scents. Buffy arched off the floor as he slipped one, then two long fingers into her. He thrust his fingers in and out, getting them slick with their combined juices as she trembled under his ministrations.
She threw her head back in ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut. Spike paused, and his low, guttural voice demanded she look at him. He waited until her eyes locked with his before continuing his sweet torture. He thrust a few more times, angling his fingers to press against her sensitive inner spot. Then he slipped one out of her. Her eyes grew wide when she felt that same finger start to push into her other tight hole. Her body tensed in surprise.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered, his blunt teeth grazing her inner thigh. He pushed the rest of the way in, then began to finger fuck her, his strokes slow. A strangled moan escaped her as the sensations of being filled in two places caused all rational thought to take a hike. Her hips bucked into his hand, wanting him to thrust harder. Her hands had traveled up to her breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples.
“Oh God. Spike, oh god, oh god.” The pressure was building at an incredible rate, and when she felt his cool tongue slide over her clit, she screamed as her climax crashed through her. Her juices coated his hand, as he continued to pump his fingers into her ass and cunt. He buried his tongue into her folds, lapping hungrily at the nectar pooled there. When she tried to pull away because the feelings were too intense, he yanked her back against his demanding mouth, quickly and ruthlessly bringing her to another orgasm. He dragged it out until she collapsed into a quivering mass of nerve endings.
Spike pulled his hand away from her and crawled up her sweat slicked body. He crashed his mouth against hers, as he sank his aching cock into her still fluttering heat. Buffy greedily sucked at his tongue, tasting herself.
He slammed viciously against her, his pelvis hitting her already ravaged clit again and again. She met him thrust for thrust, her nails scratching gouges in his back. His game face slid forward at the pain induced pleasure, and he sank his fangs and cock deep within her flesh. Tears fell from her eyes as she toppled over the edge for the third time, his hard length pulsing his cold seed into the depths of her heat. They lay, shaking in each others’ arms for seemed like hours, Spike retracting his fangs and running his tongue through the blood on her neck.
Sleep called to Buffy as she snuggled into his strong embrace, her fingers stroking through his long hair. Nuzzling her cheek against his, she whispered softly.
“I love you, Spike.” And then she drifted into slumber . Spike’s eyes snapped open at her soft confession, and he studied her sleeping face with a mixture of elation and anger. What game was she playing? Did she actually mean it, or was this some odd form of gratitude?
Slipping out of her warmth, he laid on his side next to her, his mind a torrent of anguish and confusion. He didn’t want to think that what had just happened was nothing more that a thank you on her part. Even with her declaration of love, he was having a hard time believing it was anything more than that. Staring intently at her satisfied features, he made a vow to himself to find out, once and for all.