Chapter 6
He tried his best to fight back a groan. But when Buffy’s little pink tongue wet her lips in time with his jeans falling to the floor, there was really no holding it in.
She seemed to realize belatedly what effect she was having on him – besides the obvious, of course – and her eyes went wide for one second before he tackled her onto the bed. She certainly didn’t mind his sudden attentions, of course. He could feel her nipples harden through the thin cotton of her blouse where her chest pressed against his bare flesh. And her hands were having quite a bit of fun, skimming along his sides and under his unbuttoned shirt, pushing it back off his shoulders…
“No fair that ‘m naked and you’re skill fully clothed,” he rasped against her cheek before pulling back to toss his shirt aside. It landed haphazardly over the back of her desk chair.
“Undress me, then,” she requested softly, sitting up so that their faces were inches apart.
He gulped. “You have any idea how long ‘ve waited to hear you say that?”
Her fingers traced the razor-line of his left cheekbone. “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea…”
His kissed her, then, clutching her body to him as he plundered her lips. She let out a gasp at his intensity, and his tongue took every advantage, entering her, thrusting hard and deep. Her fingers caught in his hair, both pulling him closer and holding herself up. He molded her tighter against his chest, drew his teeth over her full bottom lip, and captured her taste with his tongue.
After about a minute, she pushed him away, gasping desperately for breath. “Oh my god,” she practically whispered, as if she were just now realizing the full extent of his passion for her.
“Buffy,” he murmured, and his voice sounded drunk and husky even to his own ears.
Almost of its own accord, his hand reached out and caressed her side, slowly pushing up her blouse. Her arms came up instinctively at first, and he paused, looking to her for confirmation. Slowly, she relaxed and then urged him on with a slight nod of her head.
He pulled her top over her head and felt himself harden further at the sight of her. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Beautiful,” he whispered against her flesh before leaning in to taste it.
Her hands came around his back, stroking him gently, and she let herself fall back onto the mattress with him on top of her. It was a place he very much liked to be. His tongue swirled around her left nipple, toying with the hardened bud, before he leaned in closer and took her entire breast into his mouth, sucking softly.
She made the sweetest little whimper he’d ever heard and held him tighter to her. Her thighs spread around his hips, offering him a more comfortable place between them, and he settled in happily, the tip of his erection rubbing against the cotton over her inner thigh.
Giving her nipple one final kiss, he pulled back and felt her arms try to hold him in place.
“Please, don’t stop…” she begged him softly.
“Just changin’ venues,” he assured her, settling over her right breast this time and repeating his actions.
Her bare feet found the backs of his calves in response, and he could feel her toes curl against him, massaging the muscles, stroking against him in a way more erotic than he could ever have imagined.
“So beautiful,” he breathed against the warm flesh he’d just worshipped.
“Mmm, you too,” she sighed, pulling him up for a short, almost chaste kiss. “My turn?” she asked innocently.
He certainly wasn’t about to protest. It seemed he’d fail to turn those sweet Slayer muscles to complete goo, because she had the strength to easily push him over onto his back and fell atop him hungrily. Her lips started at his collarbone, tracing the sharp line downward to his solar plexus, then radiating out randomly, placing scattered kisses across the expanse of his chest, until she zeroed in on one nipple and licked it, oh, so slowly.
“Slayer,” he gasped.
“So romantic,” Buffy said sarcastically as her lips continued to move downward.
“Buffy,” he amended, the fingers of one hand coming up to tangle themselves loosely in her hair. His left hand lay thoroughly useless on the pillow beside his head, the muscles so relaxed he could barely even think of using them.
“Mmm…” She was at his hip now, and her tongue created a delicate little path down the sharp line of one hipbone.
It was all he could do not to thrust his hips clear off the bed.
“You like that?” she questioned softly, resting her cheek in the indentation beneath his hip.
“Fuck yeah,” he all but whispered.
“Bet you’ll like this even better,” she teased. And, still lying against his hip, she reached one hand out to trace the underside of his erection.
“Bet you’re right,” he agreed huskily. He looked down to see her studying Junior with lazy lust in her eyes. For a moment, she looked up and their eyes met, but then she returned her attention to his cock.
“I’ve never seen one bent like this.” She blushed slightly at the admission, and her thumb came to rest lightly on the bend halfway up his length. “Has it always…?” Now she definitely was blushing at her curiosity.
“Pretty much,” he agreed. “Means Junior can do all sorts of naughty things, get into all sorts of naughty places …” He leered at her.
Her eyes widened at the thought, and her body flushed further with excitement. She gave him a very naughty look in return and brushed her lips softly against the head of his erection. “Is that true, Junior ?” she teased. “Have you been a naughty boy?”
Her breath blew across the sensitive skin of his dick, and he groaned in appreciation.
“Very naughty,” she concluded. “Well, I think I like you anyway.”
His eyes opened wide at her words – and the not-so-subtle implications directed at him – but then her lips wrapped slowly, languorously around his head, and he fell back onto the mattress, helpless against her sensual assault. He hissed as her lips slipped over him, taking all that she could inside. Despite how damn bossy she could be, she still had a little mouth, but her hands made it up to him, caressing each inch of him she couldn’t swallow.
A deep, blissful purr rumbled through his chest as she pulled back and her tongue began tracing every vein she could find. Warm little fingers cradled and massaged his balls until he felt like he would explode, and he began gasping out random inanities.
“Oh god, Buffy…”
She pressed her lips against the very tip of him, her pink tongue flicking out to caress the slit.
“ Fuck !”
“Mmm…” she hummed around him in approval, and that was the final straw.
“Buffy…wait…I’m…”
She brushed aside his protests, and he came in her hot mouth with an ecstatic cry. Indescribable pleasure rippled through his body, leaving him limp and satiated. For a few moments, he wasn’t able to process where he was except that wherever it was, it was soft and warm and wonderful.
“Wow.”
Slowly, he became aware of the nude female body beside him. He remembered that she’d still been half-clothed only minutes before and concluded she must have fully undressed while he’d been out.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured blissfully as he curled his body onto its side to press himself against her.
“Do you have idea how…?”
“Mmm?”
“Amazing you are?” she whispered carefully, stroking his forehead and brushing back one persistently annoying curl that had fallen too far forward.
“Me?” he chuckled in disbelief.
“You,” she insisted, running her fingers along the line of his hip. “When you come, you…” She sighed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone that open before, that exposed…” Her fingers trailed down his chest lazily. “I’m sorry I can’t be like that for you, too,” she whispered so softly he could barely pick it up.
“Haven’t even given me a chance to try,” he retorted cockily, recovering enough strength to hold her close and brush kisses across her forehead.
She sighed and brought her hand up to trace the lines of his forehead in return. “You vamped out at the final moment,” she informed him, drawing the pattern of currently invisible brow ridges.
“Er…sorry ‘bout that,” he offered sheepishly.
“Don’t be,” she teased. “Even your demon was beautiful when it came…”
“’ve got a feeling the Slayer will be even more beautiful…”
“Spike, what’re you—Eep!” She squeaked when he suddenly pounced atop her, rolling her onto her back. “Bad vampire, bad!” she laughed. “Bad vampi—Ooh! Good vampire! Oh, so good… Yes, Spike! More!”
The abrupt change in her cries had occurred in perfect time with his mouth’s discovery of her clit. Her hands tangled in his hair, mussing it horribly, and she urged him on. Her thighs threatened to close around his head, and he pushed them gently back open again, giving his mouth full access to her once more.
She was already highly aroused, and after the first few licks to her clit, he gave her a few moments to relax from the intensity as he explored her folds instead. She was so very wet, and when the flavor of her hit his tongue, he moaned in satisfaction. He’d tasted Slayer blood before, but it had nothing on this.
Her folds parted easily for his tongue, letting him inside. A soft whimper escaped her throat when he entered her, and he pulled back once more, letting her calm down.
“You like torturing me, don’t you?” she accused, breathing heavily.
“Repayment,” he retorted with a grin before kissing her clit gently once more.
His fingers entered her this time. One and two slid inside easily. Three was tight at first, and she hissed, but then he was inside, and she was bucking against him.
Continuing to pleasure her with his fingers, he crawled up her body slowly, taking his time to explore her as his went. The flat of her stomach, the gentle curves of her breasts, the peaks of her nipples… He sensed her tense as his tongue swirled around her right nipple and, with a flick of his thumb against her clit, made her come with an ecstatic scream.
And she had thought she wouldn’t be able to open up to him…
“Oh god, Spike,” she whimpered, holding him close and burying her head in his shoulder. “How did you…”
“Never underestimate a horny vampire,” he teased, kissing the column of her throat. “Especially yours truly.”
She kissed him softly at that, slid her leg over his thigh seductively. “Make love to me?”
It wasn’t a request she had to make twice.
He hand moved between them, and they both tensed as he guided his head inside her. Her folds parted just enough to allow his head in, and they held like that for a moment, before Spike rolled his hips slowly and pushed gently inside her.
Her hands caught at his shoulders, nails digging in, as he thrust deep once more and was finally filling her thoroughly. Almost as if that effort itself were too intense to bear, they paused, foreheads pressed together intimately as they got used to the feel of each other for the first time.
“You good, luv?” he finally whispered, his lips grazing her cheek.
“More than good,” she agreed. “It’s… perfect .”
He grinned rakishly and began rocking inside her. Her body moved with him, highlighting his thrusts, taking him just a little bit deeper each time. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist, holding them tighter together as they moved in harmony.
Her lips sought his out almost desperately, kissing him with every bit of passion in her body as he began to move more surely inside her, picking up the pace slowly until the movement of their hips came in time with their rapid breaths.
Their mouths continued to ravage each other. Hands trailed over heated skin, desperate to fully learn the other’s body. Limbs intertwined intimately, pulling them closer together than either had ever believed possible.
Buffy practically whimpered in despair when he began to slow down once more, but there was no way he wasn’t savoring every last moment of this, holding on to it for as long as he could…
“Spike, what are you…?” she began.
Her protest turned quickly into a moan, when he took advantage of their new pace to hone in on the pleasure centers inside of her. He rolled his hips lightly with each push, entering her with a slight swirl of the hips, allowing him to strike right—
“There!” she cried out in bliss.
He did so again, moving in time with her cries of “there!” which quickly turned to “Spike!” The rapid beat of his name began to drive him over the edge as well, and before he knew it, he was thrusting wildly inside her, gasping out “Buffy” raggedly as he let himself become lost in her heat.
He felt her shudder beneath him with a strangled cry moments before her muscles tightened around him, capturing him within a powerful grip and massaging every inch of his length until he came with a roar after her.
Their lips met at that pivotal moment, as if instinctively seeking each other out, and they fell together amidst a passionate kiss. Waves of pleasure overlook them, and then…
Sweet, sweet oblivion.
Spike finally stirred to find Buffy stroking his hair softly. He was still collapsed atop her, his body limp and satiated. “I love you,” he whispered softly, because he couldn’t bring himself not to admit it.
She hushed him. “I know,” she agreed, pressing a kiss to his brow. “I wish…” She sighed. “Maybe, some day…”
He cut her off with a quick kiss. “’S more than enough,” he promised…before grinning. “So, luv, up for another round?”
She gave him a mischievous smile of her own, one that looked downright demonic in its intentions towards him. He noticed belatedly that her lip was cut – apparently, she hadn’t been lying when she said he vamped out when he came – but the smile on her face made it all to clear she didn’t care what he was, so long as he was hers. “Ready to show me what ‘Junior’ can really do?” she teased.
And he did.
* * *
“Hey, Buffster! Dawnie! Guess who I picked up from the airport?”
“Hey, guys! We’re ba—oof!”
Dawn tackled Tara with an excited hug.
“—Ack,” Tara finished, wincing slightly. “You’re sure you’re not the Slayer?” she teased lightly.
Dawn stuck her tongue out and gave Xander a hug, too. “Very convenient of Anya to have that out-of-town meeting right as Buffy got sick,” she accused suspiciously.
Xander just laughed nervously. “And how is—?”
“Oh!” Willow’s exclamation cut him off, and he turned his attention to the living room. “Er, I’m so sorry,” Willow was apologizing, her face flaming red with embarrassment. “I had no clue you were…er…”
“Buff?” Xander waved as he saw her head pop up from behind the couch back. “How are you fee—” Spike’s head popped up do, leaving absolutely no doubt whatsoever that Buffy had to be sitting in his lap. Either that, or she was decapitated. “—ling.” Ah, the joys of awkward silences.
“Feverish,” Spike answered for her, looking nervously at all the skeptical Scooby faces. “Was just coolin’ her off a bit. Y’know, vamps and…cool,” he finished lamely.
Buffy nodded vigorously. “Very cool. No heat at all.” She seemed to squirm slightly as if something were happening behind the couch that they couldn’t see. “Him cool. Me hot. And…eep! I think I’m having a sudden relapse.”
“Right,” Spike nodded vigorously.
“We’d better go upstairs. So I can cool down some more,” Buffy concluded. “Nice to see you all again!” She gave them a wave, and then practically fled upstairs, Spike in hand.
Several slow, methodic blinks followed before Xander finally shook her head.
“Poor Buffy. She must be really feeling sick.”
“Oh, yeah,” Dawn rolled her eyes. “She’s been ‘sick’ all day. I’m about to barf just by watching them be ‘sick’.”
Xander winced at the thought. “At least it’s slightly disturbing that ‘wishing spell’-sick,” he insisted. “I mean… They did get a room.”
Willow just nodded. “Much better without spell.”
Tara shared a sly smile with Dawn. “You know, Buffy was looking pretty, er…‘sick’ there. Maybe we should so out and give her some peace and quiet.”
“ Great idea,” Xander’s voice practically squeaked at he raced Willow for the door.
“We should get ice cream,” Willow concluded. “Ice cream will make everything well again.”
“Oh yeah,” Xander agreed. “Buffy might be ‘sick’ for a while. I mean, you saw how she was smiling , right?”
Willow nodded seriously. “Not usual Buffy behavior at all. Clearly very, very ‘sick’.”
Tara and Dawn shared an amused smile as they followed Willow and Xander out the door.
“Don’t wait up for us,” Tara called up the stairs.
“Yeah,” Dawn agreed, “take all the time you need getting over that ‘fever’.”
* * *
Upstairs, Spike frowned. “Think we should tell them that—?” he began.
“Spike,” she assured him, “they all know.”
His frown deepened. “No offense to your mates, but…why amn’t I dust, then?”
She just shrugged. “After what they did to me? They owe me big time .” And she pulled him back on top of her. “Spike?” she teased in a faux-whimper. “I’m feeling all hot . Make it better?”
“’d love to, pet,” he agreed. It was the last talking they did for the next few hours. After all, defeating those ‘flu bugs’ required their full attention.
The End.