Chapter 15: Offering
“I won’t shag you, luv. I will make love to you.”
Buffy raised an eyebrow, asking innocently: “Is there a difference?”
Spike chuckled, very softly, and pulled her close again so that he could whisper in her ear: “You tell me. After.”
His lips brushed against her earlobe, barely touching it, slowly sliding down to her jaw, following it to her chin, then up to her mouth. He gave her a chaste kiss before moving on to kissing her right cheek, eyelid, eyebrow, forehead, then repeating with the other side of her face. He peppered kisses down her neck, stopping at the collar of her shirt.
His hands glided from her back to her front, and he unhurriedly began to unfasten the tiny buttons. During their previous encounters, many of her blouses had lost buttons, when they had not been simply torn out, because Spike couldn’t wait to feel her flesh. But right now, he was taking his time, and Buffy was the one who couldn’t wait.
Eventually, he eased the shirt off her shoulders, his lips trailing along the skin of her arms as he uncovered it gradually. His eyes glazed for a second when he finally discarded the shirt, revealing the lacy red bra she was wearing. She smiled inwardly, pleased that she had stopped home for a quick shower and change of clothes on her way from the shop. She thought he was going to give up the slow and tantalizing act, but he blinked a couple of times and returned to showering her skin with soft kisses. He rolled her to her back, moving next to her so that he could unbutton her pants and pull them down her legs.
As she was laying there, clad only in her lace panties and bra, he took a minute to just look at her, and she shivered at what she saw in his eyes. Desire. Need. Lust. And, above all, love. Adoration, even. Then his right hand moved to her, and started caressing, soft as a feather. She just watched him through half closed eyelids, enjoying the attention, for the first time giving him complete and absolute power over her. He began stroking her covered breast and she could not repress a quiet moan. A small, very masculine smile played on his lips, and he unhooked the front clasp of her bra, revealing first one breast then the other. Using both hands at once, he teased her, his fingers stroking the sensitive mounds but avoiding the nipples. She tried to move under him and force contact, but he evaded her attempts, causing her to whimper in frustration. Only then did he flick his thumbs on the hardening buds, making her body quiver. His mouth descended on her right breast, and his tongue, lips and teeth replaced his fingers. She fastened her hands behind his neck, pulling him closer, arching her hips mindlessly. He only let go of the red and swollen nipple when she moaned, and repeated his actions with the other breast.
Her panties were thoroughly soaked by now, and she was aching for more. He seemed to hear her wordless plea, and divested her of her last piece of clothing. Crawling between her legs, he teasingly kissed along the inside of her thighs, coming always closer but too slowly for her need. After what seemed an eternity, his lips brushed against her clit, sending a shiver through her whole body. He repeated the touch, this time letting his tongue rub the sensitive flesh, and she closed her eyes in delight. He started alternating licking and nibbling softly. At the same time, his left hand had found its way under his chin, and two crooked fingers were rubbing insistently that very sensitive spot inside her. Before long, she was quaking as her first orgasm ran through her. He did not stop his ministrations, though, merely slowing his pace until another wave hit her, making her cry his name in ecstasy.
Eyes closed and out of breath, she only realized he had stopped when she felt his tongue sliding into her mouth as the same time as his cock was entering her. She locked her ankles behind his back and tried to invite him deeper, but he resisted. Instead, he almost completely pulled out and she moaned in his mouth, before groaning louder as he pushed in again, slightly deeper than before. Teasingly, he settled in a slow rhythm, all the while exploring her mouth with his tongue. He only broke the kiss to let her regain her breath, and she looked deep into his eyes as she said “I love you.”
The words seemed to break his restrain, and he started slamming into her with more force, angling his body to hit her clit with each thrust. Panting, she made eye contact with him again and, pulling her hair out of the way, tilted her head as she bared her neck to him. He hesitated only a second before taking what she was offering. As soon as his fangs pierced her skin, she was flying over the edge again, and he followed right after her, collapsing on top of her body, his mouth fastened to her neck.
She held him to her, enjoying the feel of his skin, deliciously cool against her burning body, barely aware of his tongue licking the twin punctures.
They laid motionless for a long moment, silent, basking in the aftermath, enjoying each other’s presence. Suddenly, he shuddered violently, and soon after he was quaking against her. He seemed to be sobbing.
“Spike?” she asked, worried. “Is something wrong?”
He rolled their bodies so that she was on top, and she could see that he was not crying but laughing lightly. He kissed her thoroughly, wrapping his arms around her.
“Nothing wrong, luv. Just got my soul back.”
Epilogue: Promise to a Gentleman
“I did it, Watcher. Kept my word. For almost a century. And I did a pretty good job of it too, if I may say so myself. All died of natural causes. Even the demon-girl. ‘Would never have thought she’d want to be human again. And that she’d get her wish. Lucky bint. They’ve been gone for a little while, now. I tried to watch over their kids and grandkids, but they’re all over the place. Hey, I can’t be in Sunnyhell, LA, Florida, Australia and France at the same time. So I figured, I’m done. It’s not like they need me anyway. I’m more an anachronism than anything else now. The youngest ones don’t even believe in vampires. Yeah. Tell me about it. I miss her, Watcher. Miss her so bloody much it hurts. ‘Should consider myself lucky still. Oldest Slayer ever, our girl was. I would never have believed it would be harder to keep a Slayer alive than it was to kill one. Still, it’s been a beautiful century. Filled with love, friendhip, battles, surprises, incredible happiness, small pains. The things that make people humans. Almost made me forgot what I am. I think they almost forgot it too. I know she did. To her I was a man, not a monster. But then, it started even before I got that soul, didn’t it?. So tell me, Watcher. What do I do now? A century of mindless killing, a century of fighting her fight. I’m pretty much even now, what do you think? I know she would want me to keep going. But really, she can’t always get what she wants. No one can. Ok, I did, but that’s not the point here. I don’t know what my point is, actually. She’s still messing with my mind. Go ahead, laugh. I know I was whipped. Still am. Always will be. I’m tired, Watcher. Really tired. Said bye to everyone. Gave away whatever I had left. Won’t need it where I go. Wish I knew where I’m going, though. Vampires go to Hell. Slayers go to Heaven. Where do Vampires with a soul go? Guess I’m going to find out pretty soon. You were my last stop, Watcher. I’m sure you’re with her, so tell her. You know, just tell her. In case I didn’t try hard enough for whoever decides of these things. I tried my best, I swear I did. Not only because I promised I would, but because I wanted to. And because of her, of course. Why do my thoughts always bring me back to her?.. Oh, here it comes. Didn’t think I would ever get to see one again. God, it’s beautiful. Gold like her hair. Warm like her smile.”
“Hell of a time to get all poetic again, William.”
“Slayer?..”
The End.