Chapter 16: Tête-à-tête with the Vampire
Buffy squeezed her eyes shut tight the instant she regained consciousness, desperately trying to hold back reality. If she kept her mind perfectly focused, she could ignore the truth of her situation just a little longer. And she just couldn’t face reality right now.
She took deep, steady breaths and attempted to project the world of her dreams onto her waking state.
The feel of a strong chest against her back. Cool, erratic, unnecessary breaths against her hair. A powerful, well-muscled arm around her waist. Skilled fingers caressing her stomach gently, lovingly…
She was surprised at just how realistic her fantasy world felt today. But it would undoubtedly make things even more painful when she woke up once more to find that Spike’s presence had just been a fragment from her dreams. So she kept her eyes closed and forced herself to feel him for as long as was physically possible…
“Luv?”
One eye cracked open involuntarily at the roughly accented syllable. No dream ever was this vivid…
“Buffy-luv,” Spike whispered against her shoulder, “I know you’re awake…”
“Spike?” Buffy asked breathlessly, hardly daring to believe. “You’re really here?”
“’Course, kitten,” he said with a slight smile against the back of her neck. “’m trapped with you, remember?”
Not a dream, not a dream, not a dream! Buffy’s mind was screaming in joy. “Spike?” Buffy repeated, a bit coyly, a bit seductively this time.
“Yes, pet?” He gently kissed her shoulder blade.
“Why aren’t you making love to me?”
He chuckled, and the hand on her stomach slid down to catch one leg and lift it up and back over his lean hip. She felt his long hardness press up against her backside for a second before it slipped between her thighs and pressed slowly into her opening until he was all the way inside.
“That better, princess?” he teased lightly as he slowly began to thrust within her.
“Oh god, Spike!” she exclaimed, biting her bottom lip slightly. It was always a bit of a shock just how big he really was. “Now that’ll wake a girl up…”
“I take it you approve of my…dimensions then?” he joked, nibbling at her ear.
“They’re…satisfactory,” Buffy giggled in response.
“Hmph. Maybe I should jus’ send you packin’ back to Soldier Boy since you’re so unappreciative…” He pulled out of her a bit more than usual, adding a physical aspect to his mock-threat.
Instantly her hand flew back to catch his ass and pull him back up against her with renewed vigor. “Sorry, baby,” she patted his rump once affectionately, “didn’t mean to sully your manhood. And there’s no way I’m going back to…ugh.”
He gave a harder thrust than usual in pleasure at her obvious preference of him over her ex.
“You feel so good, Spike…” she whispered softly, craning her neck so that she could see him behind her.
Their lips met in a light kiss, but the angle of their bodies made it impossible to deepen it enough to satisfy either.
“I want to see you…” Buffy managed to get out her breathless request before Spike pulled out of her, flipped her onto her back, and was inside of her again all in less than a second. She giggled slightly. “That should be an Olympic event,” she said, looking deep into his eyes. “You’d win the gold, love.”
“We’d win the gold,” he agreed with a slight grin.
Their lips met again, this time able to fully convey just how badly they wanted and needed each other. Their lips slanted repeatedly against each other, exploring new, deeper angles with each pass. Teeth caught lips, tongues flicked over teeth, and then the kiss turned into a battle of tongues, just like it always did. Neither sought victory, merely the desire to keep the fight up forever and ever…
Their hips took on a lazy pace, enjoying being locked together but neither to eager to force their climaxes yet. They both wanted this to last as long as possible, to remain one being for as long as they could hold out…
“Spike.” That breathy sound was the first that escaped Buffy’s lips after she pulled away from their kiss for air.
“Buffy.” He didn’t move to kiss her again, content to keep his distance for a bit, give him a chance to see her face, memorize every little detail…
She studied his eyes seriously, watching with amazement just how clearly the emotion shone through them. She’d never really noticed just how clear and open they were before, and it fascinated her. It was almost like she could feel his pleasure as well, and she wished that he could see the same thing in her eyes, discover that same marvelous connection… Although, by the way he was looking at her, she was pretty confident he could and was.
His hand came up to gently twine in her long, golden hair, stroking the perfumed silk in time with the gentle rocking of their hips.
She smiled and returned the favor, her fingers tracing the strong outline of his face, lingering slightly on the scar on his left eyebrow and soothing the old wound with the heat of her touch.
They gasped and hissed and murmured as they petted and touched each other in the most tender and intimate ways imaginable. Finally their hands met, their fingers slowly intertwining, joining, becoming one…
“I love you, Spike,” Buffy finally said in a lazy whisper.
“Love you, too,” he agreed.
“It’s stupid, you know. I shouldn’t, but I do.”
“Feelin’s more’n mutual, Slayer,” he teased.
“Why do I love you so much?” she asked curiously, cupping his cheek with her free palm.
A passionate, blue fire burned deep in his eyes, and then he was moving within her in the most exquisite ways. She couldn’t even begin to describe what he was doing…a straight thrust here and a quick twirl of his hips there…but the overall effect had her dizzy from pleasure.
That would be the one hundred plus years of experience… The thought somehow flitted through her mind, which was impressive given that her mind seemed to have completely shut off beyond the rote repetition of: Spike, good.
“Startin’ to remember why you love me so much, kitten?” he whispered huskily into her ear, his hips never slowing in their erotic dance.
“Spi-i-ike!” her voice quavered with the force of the fire that was building deep within her womb.
“’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” he teased before ducking down to lavish his mouth’s attentions upon the exposed column of her throat.
Buffy clutched him to her desperately, her arms wrapping around his back, squeezing him so tightly to her that her breasts flattened against the planes of his chest, the friction between their bodies stoking an almost unbearable heat.
And still it wasn’t close enough.
She felt the irrational desire to crawl under his skin at that moment, to bury herself deep inside him, completely surrender herself to him, and be kept safe forever from the outside world by his love…
“Need you!” she gasped.
“You got me.” His own voice sounded just as tense as she felt, as the intensity of their coupling got to be almost more than he could handle.
“You’re mine?” She hadn’t meant for it to come out as a question. It wasn’t supposed to sound so needy, so wanting, so…vulnerable…
“’m yours, luv,” he answered before she could worry about her admission too much. “You mine?”
“Y-Yes,” she agreed shakily. “All yours, Spike. No one but you, baby…”
“Mine,” he murmured contently, his voice muffled by the waves of her silken hair.
“Mine,” she said softly, stroking his hair and massaging his back.
And then the steadily building pleasure within them exploded, and everything dissolved. There was no basement, no room, no mattress, no united bodies, no Buffy and Spike even. All that existed at that moment were two spiritually linked beings, blending so closely into each other that for one instant they were indistinguishable.
And then the universe came rushing back.
They both started in amazement when they found themselves back in their bodies, once again apart but still together at least in the coupling of their bodies and the combined pleasure that still raked through them.
They gasped in awe and rode out the final waves before collapsing together in a tangled mass of limbs, both desperately trying to grasp the magnitude of what just happened.
“Was that…magic?” Spike finally hazarded to ask.
“Not the way you mean it, baby,” Buffy smiled at him lazily and stroked his cheek one more. She didn’t think she could ever get tired of feel of his razor-sharp cheekbones. “Just the two of us really making love…although I suppose that’s magical enough in and of itself…”
“Mmm…” he murmured against her still-heated flesh. “Never felt that before…”
“Never?” There was a hint of anguish in Buffy’s voice as she turned his chin to look him in the eyes.
He shook his head. “No one’s ever really loved me before,” he said simply.
“Oh, my baby…” Buffy pulled him tight into her embrace and let one tear slip down her cheek. “My love, my soul, my Spike…”
He cuddled deep into her arms and sniffled a bit himself. “Love you,” he whispered softly. “You know that, right? I really do love you…”
“I know,” Buffy agreed with a small smile, letting her grip on him loosen. She leaned in towards him conspiratorially. “Actually,” she giggled as she whispered, “you’re not very good at hiding it.”
He pretended to look offended, but this just got another laugh from Buffy. “Bloody irritatin’ chit,” he grumbled under his breath.
“Mmm-hmm,” she agreed curling up against the back he’d just turned to her. “I’m just as annoying and impossible as you. Why do you think we’re so good together, baby?”
He sighed and relaxed against her touch. “Got me there,” he conceded.
Buffy gasped in mock-amazement. “Do mine ears deceive me? Did William the Bloody, Spike, the most stubborn and pigheaded man on the planet actually admit that I was right?”
He scowled and rolled over onto his back so he could see her. “Very cute, Slayer,” he said sarcastically. “With a razor-sharp wit like that, you’ve got quite a career in comedy ahead of you…”
She smiled and rested her head on his chest. “Well, I do practice every night on the vamps I slay…except tonight, of course. How long do you think they’ll keep us locked up in here anyway?”
He shrugged. “I presume they’ll let us out before we starve to death.”
Buffy nodded in agreement. “Although I’m a bit more worried about the lack of a bathroom…I’d say that one limits it to a day, tops. Probably less.”
“Dunno, kitten,” he sighed. “They prob’ly figured we’ve got lots to work out…”
“Well, we kinda do,” Buffy pointed out with a sheepish smile.
“So,” he took a deep breath, “do I get to start?”
“Shoot.”
“Wha’d you ever do with C—er, Riley anyway?” he demanded.
Buffy gave him a wicked little smile. “You mean Captain Cardboard?” she teased. “I dumped him. Then, he wouldn’t leave me alone so I reported him to the Initiative. He’s currently far, far away undergoing psych evaluations.”
“I love a story with a happy ending,” he joked lightly. “OK, pet, no more worryin’ ‘bout you ex.”
“My turn then,” she declared. “I want a deal.”
“A deal?” Spike raised one scarred eyebrow while he fished around in his discarded clothing for his cigarettes. He silently asked her if it was all right to light one up, and she agreed.
“If we’re going to keep this up, I need some kind of assurance you’re not going to go all Angelus on me,” she explained.
“Chip,” he said, using his cigarette as a pointer to gesture to his right temple.
Buffy snorted. “Yeah, Initiative chip. Given how completely incompetent they are at everything else, I can’t trust that thing in your head to last.”
Spike smiled a delighted little smile, this idea obviously not having occurred to him before. The smile quickly dropped at the pissed off look she was giving him, though. “Er, that’s…bad?” he hazarded a guess.
She rolled her eyes. “No, Spike,” she retorted, her voice practically oozing sarcasm, “it’s a good thing that you could be running loose again in another few months, trying to kill me and my friends.”
“Now, why on earth would I wanna kill you when there ‘re so many more…pleasurable things we could do together?” he asked, a seductive smirk on his lips.
“Spike, be serious,” she scolded him.
He rolled his eyes and stubbed his cigarette out on the floor. “Whattaya want me ta say then, Slayer?” he demanded.
“That I can trust you. In every sense of the word.”
He looked deep into her eyes for a second as if gauging her mood, and then he responded with the only answer he could give. “I love you.”
Buffy’s steely gaze melted as she first considered the implications of that statement for the first time. She leaned into him then and stole a long, languid kiss, the unspoken words flitting through her mind. I love you. You can trust me. Her fingers twined into his platinum curls and pulled him in deeper. I love you. I would never hurt you. His hand caught her thigh and brought it up over his hip, allowing their bodies to press together more intimately. I love you. Your pain is my pain…
Buffy finally pulled back before things got out of hand again. She took several calming breaths and then flashed him a radiant smile. “That answers my question,” she assured him, “but still… Deal? Could be fun. You and me. Alone together. Killing things.”
“Three ‘f my favorite phrases,” he chuckled, a slight purr vibrating through his chest at being a part of an unstoppable team once more.
“Mine, too,” she agreed. “So? I’m severely short a slaying partner right now…not that Riley was much help anyway. He kind of spent most of his time getting beaten up and screaming like a little girl. It was more hassle than it was worth. Which is why I’m looking for someone stronger now…” She decided a little ego stroking and ex bashing couldn’t hurt.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, partner,” he agreed with a sly smile.
She let out a delighted little squeal and wrapped her arms around his neck. “We’re going to have so much fun, baby,” she informed him.
He gave her a wry grin. “Havin’ fun already, luv,” he said, grinding his hips up against her.
She playfully batted him in the shoulder. “Sex later. Conversation now. You’re turn.”
Spike rolled his eyes and let his head fall back against the mattress in despair. “Fine, I get the easy one then. Me Vampire, you Slayer.”
“Me Slayer, me love Vampire, me not stake Vampire. You Vampire, you love Slayer, you not kill Slayer. Problem solved,” she joked.
His expression remained sober, however. “Luv,” he began, “you’re ignorin’ the issue here. What you’re seein’ of me…” he shifted over into game face, “…’s the whole me.”
She studied his demonic countenance for a little while before cautiously lifting up one hand to stroke his scarred brow ridge. “Beautiful,” she said softly. She looked deep into his yellowed eyes and saw the same man hidden beneath their depths as she always did. “You’re so beautiful like this,” she informed him, the tip of her index finger stroking up and down the length of his fang.
The action caused his cock to spring straight up to his stomach, and she giggled in response. Certain of Giles’ dirtier vampire books had mentioned that the fangs were a sexual organ, but she’d never gotten to see such obvious first-hand evidence of it before.
“Oops,” she said with a feline smile, “my bad. Don’t worry, lover. I’ll fix it…”
He was about to comment, but then she slid down his body and the tip of her tongue lashed out and caught the salty drop of precum that had escaped his foreskin. Needless to say, all coherent speech vanished for him at this point.
She took him slowly into her mouth at first, hesitant and experimental. After all, she’d never actually gotten a chance to do this before – an unfortunate side effect of having only had three one-night stands before him.
However, she caught on pretty fast. Licking veins was definitely good. As was pushing back the foreskin. As was cupping his balls. As was pretty much anything involving her body in contact with his sex.
Beneath her, Spike was whimpering and then roaring and then purring and then growling. His rapid changes vocalization just urged her to do even more wicked things to him. He vamped out and fisted his hands in the mattress when her mouth finally engulfed him all the way, his head pressing into the back of her throat.
“Y’know,” Buffy commented as she pulled back and returned to simple licks and sucks, “they always say that you have to suppress your gag reflex while deep-throating. They’re wrong, though. I don’t want to gag, baby; I want to eat you right up.” And with that she was deep-throating him in earnest.
“Cor, Buffy!” he cried out, his balls beginning to clench at her naughty words. “So good! So wonderful! Warm an’-an’ wet, an’…don’ stop, luv! Please, don’ stop! I’m gonna…”
She felt him quiver with tension within her mouth, and she sucked her cheeks in around him tighter.
“…Cummmm…Arrggghhh….!” Spike finally roared as he shot into her hot, willing mouth.
Buffy drank down what she could, enjoying the cool, salty liquid. She’d never really tasted anything like it before, but it felt very much like…Spike. Concentrated essence of Spike. No wonder she liked it so much.
She released him when he softened in her mouth and meticulously lapped up all the cum that had escaped her mouth. By the time she was done licking and cleaning, he had his eyes squeezed shut tight and a deep, resonant purr was vibrating through his chest, making her shiver when she rested her head against one magnificently muscled pec once more.
“I take it you like,” she finally asked slyly.
“Oh, I more than ‘like’. I love, I worship, I…” His tone turned serious once more. “Buffy, you didn’t have to do that to—”
“Shh…” she hushed, putting her index finger to his lips. “I wanted to, baby. I wanted to give you pleasure. I wanted you to feel good…”
“Did at that, luv,” he agreed, drifting off into a comfortable sleep. “Did at that…”
Buffy snuggled closer to him and wrapped the black leather duster around them once more. I could stay like this forever, she thought lazily to herself as she drifted off to sleep. Warm, safe, comfortable, in Spike’s arms…