Chapter 45: Bits of Heaven
Buffy’s mouth pressed against Spike’s, her tongue darting out to trace his lips. As they parted slightly, she accepted the invitation and slid in, caressing his tongue until it danced with hers.
His body was hovering over her, barely touching as he rested his weight on one arm. His other hand was moving between them, alternating between kneading and teasing her breast. She sneaked her arms around him and pulled him down until she could feel all of him pressed against her body. His now trapped hand pinched her nipple and she broke the kiss, groaning, catching the sight of a small satisfied grin on his lips.
His mouth traveled down her jaw to her neck, and he startled sucking on her skin. She tensed in anticipation of the bite and pushed his face harder against her, but he kept on suckling, not even nibbling with blunt teeth. She could feel his hardness against her abdomen and decided to tease him back. She moved under him until he was nestled between her legs, just pressing against her entrance, and began rocking her hips so that he was brushing on the wetness there. The rhythm of his suckling became erratic, as if he was losing his concentration, and Buffy grinned inwardly, her hands running along the silk of his back.
After a few seconds of teasing, she tried to draw him forward, but he resisted until she let out a quiet frustrated whimper. The whimper was followed by a loud cry as he simultaneously entered her twice, his cock thrusting into her as his fangs broke her skin. Immobile inside her, he took a long hard pull on her blood and her body shuddered, her head thrown back in delight. His lips left her neck and he started moving, hard and deep, all the while whispering sweet naughty things to her. With each thrust, more and more sparks exploded in her core and ran through her body, making it shiver continuously.
She knew he was watching her face, could feel the intensity of his gaze on her, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the sky above her. Light blue was replaced by darker blue as his eyes came into her line of sight. Concentration was apparent on his face, his unneeded breath becoming laborious. A word escaped his lips, louder than the rest, almost a groan, half demand and half plea.
“Bite.”
Without thinking twice, she obeyed, shifting instinctively as her mouth fastened on his shoulder. He pushed hard in her as her fangs sank into his flesh and she moaned as the first mouthful of blood slid down her throat. His mouth found its way back to her neck and started suckling again, reclaiming the blood she was drawing out of him in rhythm with the motions of his hips. Above his shoulder she was looking at their sky, where a bright light was now gleaming, and she was sure that it was the sun. With that clear certainty, she fell over the edge of pleasure. Her eyes closed at last but the imprint of the light remained bright in her mind, warming her until she thought she would burn. As her internal walls fluttered around him, he thrust in once more, his body finally quaking with the release.
For a long moment, they both kept drinking, prolonging the waves of pleasure for as long as they could. Finally, together as if they had planned it, they stopped drawing out blood and licked clean the wounds they had created. Still sheathed in her, Spike rolled their bodies until she was laying on top of him. His hand caressed her face, and she felt the ridges melt away under his touch.
“How was that for Heaven?” he whispered, sounding almost reluctant to break the silence and the spell.
“Nice,” she purred.
His eyebrow arched and she chuckled, touching the scar with a soft finger.
“Ok,” she admitted. “Better than nice.”
His arms tightened around her as he grumbled.
“Damn right about that. Nice!”
Still chuckling at his mock outrage, she kissed him tenderly, before letting herself fall to his side, unable to repress a moan as he slipped out of her. Her head resting against his shoulder, her eyes came back to the ceiling. Her sun was gone, but she could still feel its warmth.
“When you turned me, you said.”
She stopped and bit her lower lip, unsure whether it was a good time to talk about this.
His hand found hers, fingers entwining together and resting on her belly.
“I said you would go back to Heaven some day,” he said quietly, completing her thought. “And I meant it.”
“How can you know such a thing? I’m a.”
Again, she couldn’t finish. Vampires were creatures of the darkness, he knew it as well as she did.
“You’re still the Slayer, luv. You’re the champion of light, the Chosen One and all that. Whoever decides of these things wouldn’t let you out of Heaven. You’ve earned your entry ticket a thousand times already.”
Despite the softness of his voice, the words had a bitter taste for Buffy.
“I don’t want Heaven,” she said at last. “Not if you’re not there with me.”
He had a quiet giggle and turned on his side to face her, his hand moving to cup her face.
“Then we’ll just have to keep each other alive, luv. And steal little bits of Heaven like this.”
His mouth descended on hers for a fierce kiss, and she returned it just as fiercely, aware of his hands sliding on her body. Again, her gaze was drawn back to the blue above, but quickly her eyelids closed in pleasure, and she silently agreed with him. Bits of heaven would be more than enough.