Love and Death Embrace | By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Buffy woke up to
the scent of blood. She opened her eyes to see Spike hovering over her, a mug
in his hand. “Wake up and drink this, Buffy.”
She sat up,
stretching groggily, but took the mug from him. At the first touch of it on her
lips, her eyes bulged, and she pushed the mug back towards him. “This is human.
I can’t drink this. You said I can’t…”
“I said you can’t
kill anyone,” Spike said, pushing the mug back towards her. “Drink that.”
“No.”
“Bloody buggering
hell, Buffy,” Spike snapped at her. “I’m not going to hurt you for drinking it.
And I went through all the trouble to knock over a sodding
hospital, so really, drink it before I get pissed off.”
“You…you stole
blood from a hospital for me? Why?”
He gestured to
the angry wounds still covering her body. “Because clearly,
the animal blood isn’t doing you enough good. You need human. So drink
it.”
Buffy took the mug
back, though she eyed him warily as she sipped from it. It tasted so good she
wanted to devour it, but the sudden change in his blood policy had her wary.
“Is this ‘cause you’ve been getting me off? Because you don’t have to do
anything differently just because…”
“Would you shut
up and drink the damn blood?” Spike snapped. “Geez,
stop being such a woman and overanalyzing every little thing I do.”
Buffy’s eyebrow
arched. “I am a woman, Spike.”
“Just drink the
damn blood.”
She sighed, but
continued to drink anyway. Clearly the idea of bringing her human blood
bothered him, but he was right – the animal blood wasn’t good enough for the
amount of healing she needed to do.
As soon as she’d
finished the first mug, he was handing her another one, and Buffy took this one
without hesitation. Her whole body was crying out in relief as the blood filled
her, and she knew she’d soon feel the tingling that came with her body knitting
itself back together.
But what had her
spirits raising even more was knowing now that she meant
something to him.
Still, he seemed
fairly jumpy this morning, and she decided not to bring up what had happened
the night before. She didn’t know how comfortable he was with how he’d touched
her, now in the harsh light of day, and she decided it would be better not to
push things.
She just hoped
she’d get to feel him inside of her just once before this was all over and he
dusted her…
Spike gruffly
took the empty mug from her and thrust a third one into her hands. “How much do
you expect me to drink?” Buffy asked, though she didn’t reject the extra blood.
After days of that pig swill, the human tasted even better than usual.
“I want you to
get better,” Spike replied. “You’re taking too long to heal, and I don’t want
to risk the chance of Angelus going somewhere else before I can get to him.”
Buffy frowned,
surprised by how much his words hurt. She should’ve known his main focus would
be getting to Angelus, but she’d still thought that his decision to start
feeding her human blood had been because he cared.
Which she
realized now was a very stupid notion. Of course he didn’t care. She was
reading too much into everything. All the sex stuff from the day before was probably
just because he was horny and she was a body, even if she didn’t think he’d
actually gotten off from it. Though for all she knew, he could’ve beaten off in
the bathroom or something right afterwards.
This was all
confusing her way too much. He was gentle with her one minute, and yelling at
her the next. She had no idea where she stood, especially
given the fact she had no doubt in her mind that he planned to kill her in the
end. Things had never been this complicated with Angelus. He went hot and cold,
too, but it hadn’t taken her long to figure out his moods and just write them
off as how he was.
Spike, on the
other hand, was much less predictable. She had no clue how he was going to act
from one moment to the next.
After the fifth
mug of blood, she stopped him, insisting it was enough for the time being. She
felt full, and she knew she’d heal better if she rested now and then drank
more. Spike took the empty mugs and the remainder of the blood to the
kitchenette, putting the blood in the fridge and cleaning out the mugs.
He continued to
move around the sink, wiping the area down with a towel and rinsing out the
sink itself, despite the fact that it was already quite clean. Buffy could see
the muscles tensing in his back, and she bit her lip, wishing she knew what she
was supposed to do in a situation like this.
“Spike?”
He jumped at the
sound of her voice, then turned around. “Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“I…” He sighed
and ran his hands through his hair. “I didn’t like what I had to do. With the blood stealing. I tried to tell myself that it
wasn’t much different from using it for a transfusion since you did need it,
but…” He trailed off and looked down.
“But I’m a
vampire, so I don’t really deserve it,” Buffy added quietly.
Spike winced. “I
didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have
to.”
Spike didn’t say
anything else, knowing she was right – that had been the line of thinking he’d
been following, though he hadn’t put it in quite those words. Feeding a vampire
human blood of any kind still felt wrong to him, though now he felt guilty for
wanting to deny it to Buffy.
It made his head
spin.
“Is it going to
help, though?” he asked.
Buffy nodded. “It
will. It’ll be better than the animal blood, that’s for sure. I don’t think
it’ll do as good as fresh from a body, but…” She trailed off at the look of
horror on his face. “Geez, Spike, calm down. I wasn’t
about to ask you to bring me someone to bite. I was just…” She looked down and
finished with a grumbled, “Never mind.”
“Sorry, Buffy.
I’m just not used to being on friendly terms with a vampire.”
His statement
made her look up again. “Are we on friendly terms?”
“I still remember
what you taste like when you come on my tongue, so I’m thinking we’re not
exactly on unfriendly ones.”
His answer made
her tremble. And he was mentioning what had happened, so did that mean… She
looked up at him with a smile than managed to be both shy and seductive. “Well,
then, if we’re friends and all… Did you want to…y’know…help
me with the pain again.”
He knew he
shouldn’t. Things had gotten out of hand the night before, and Spike had done
things he had no business doing to a vampire. But, fuck the woman made him hard as nails with just a look. He
swallowed, then approached the bed. “Do you want my
fingers or my mouth?”
“Can I have a
little bit of both?” Buffy asked.
“Greedy bint,”
Spike admonished, though he spoke with a low chuckle and quickly worked to
arrange her in a more comfortable position.
Buffy’s only
response was a happy sigh as his tongue wrapped around her clit, his fingers
slid into her body, and her hand tangled in his platinum curls.
*** *** ***
Though the
television was on, Buffy couldn’t seem to muster up an interest in the program.
Instead, she was mesmerized by the steady thumping of Spike’s heart as she
rested against his chest. She’d had very little contact with humans that
weren’t food in the years since being turned, and she certainly hadn’t spent
any time cuddling with them.
So
to listen to a heart beating in a rhythm other than one of fear, to feel the
heat of a warm lover’s body against hers – if was a truly new sensation for
her.
One thing did
bother her, however. Spike had made her come again and again, and yet, every
time, his pants stayed firmly on. She could tell he was aroused, but he didn’t
ask her to do anything, and after the last time, he’d stayed right beside her,
so she knew he hadn’t done anything on his own either.
She chewed on her
bottom lip as she tried to decide what to do. She felt bad,
being the only one to reap any of the benefits of whatever this was they had
going on. Maybe he was just worried she’d say no, and didn’t want to push
things… Deciding to act on that theory, Buffy let her hand creep down to the
front of his jeans.
He picked it up
and moved it away with a stern, “Don’t.”
She looked up at
him with a frown. “Why not? You’re…”
He shook his
head, silencing her. “It’s not a good idea.”
“But
why? You…you said I was still
pretty. Did…did you not mean it?”
Spike sighed
heavily. “Buffy, look. You’re…”
Buffy slid away
from him, a sad pout on her face. “No, you don’t have to say anything else. I
get it.”
“Clearly, you
bloody don’t, or you wouldn’t be looking like someone just kicked your puppy,”
Spike responded. “It’s not because I’m not attracted to you. Bloody hell,
woman, how many times do I have to tongue you to orgasm
before you get that crazy notion out of your head?”
Buffy looked up
sharply at that, and Spike couldn’t help but chuckle at the expression on his
face. He held his arm out to her, motioning for her to come back to rest
against this chest again. “Come here, you silly little bint.” When she did, he
kissed her on the top of her head. “It’s not because I don’t want you. I do. In
all honesty, I wish I didn’t, but it’s a little too late for that now. It’s
because I want you too much. If you touch me, desperate as I am for you now,
I’m going to lose control, and you’re still too tender for that.”
“Oh. So you wanna…when I’m better, I mean, you want to…”
He knew it hadn’t
been too long ago since he’d been internally debating a response to that
question, but after having the pleasure of touching her, of tasting her…
“God, yes,” Spike said, his tone rivaling a growl from any of her species.
“First chance I get, I’m gonna make you feel so good…”
Buffy responded
by reaching up and grabbing the back of his head, forcing his mouth down on
hers. Spike groaned, nipping at her lips before he slipped his tongue inside.
He lost himself in the kiss, forgetting everything except how she made him
feel.
His hands slid
down her sides, until they were gently resting on her bottom. Buffy panted
against him, the feel of him touching her making her want more. She climbed in
his lap, straddling his hips, her nightgown riding up as she ground down
against his denim-covered erection.
Spike groaned,
his hands running up her back, under the gown, feeling her un-burned skin
there. It was so soft, like cool silk. “Oh Buffy,” he moaned against her lips.
“I need…” He pulled away from her, met her eyes so she’d know he meant what he
was about to say. “Bite me.”
Buffy gaped at
him, her mouth open and closing like a fish. “You…what…?”
“Bite me,” Spike
said again, the plea hot and needy. “You need the blood.”
She knew this
could end badly for her, but his offer was too tempting. It had been days since
she’d had her fangs in a human, and he smelled so good. She snarled, her
face shifting to demonic before she dove down, piercing the flesh of his neck.
Searing pain
flared through his body, only to be followed by intense pleasure as Buffy began
to drink from him. She moaned into his neck, writhing in his lap, pushing
against his erection. Spike gripped the mattress, his head dipped back in a
silent cry of ecstasy.
His orgasm took
him completely by surprise, and he cried out, bucking hard into her.
Buffy stopped her
feeding then, gently licking his wounds closed, making
Spike shudder with even more pleasure. He panted as he came down, in shock that
he’d enjoyed that the way he had. It was easily the most erotic experience of
his life.
“Are you okay?”
Buffy asked, her palms flat against his chest, feeling his fluttering
heartbeat.
“I’m…” Spike
shook his head, at a complete loss for words for how to describe the
experience. Finally, he settled on grabbing her face and pulling her in for a
kiss, rolling the taste of his own blood around on his tongue. “I never knew a
bite could be like that,” he said as he broke away. He gave her a crooked
smile. “I’m going to have to change my jeans.”
Buffy looked at
him with a shy smile, her eyes hooded. “I wanted to make it special for you,
Spike.”
Spike smiled back
at her, stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You did, kitten. Fuck, I… Bleedin’ hell,
girl.”
“I wouldn’t bite
you to hurt you, you know,” Buffy said, caressing his chest. She licked his
cheek, nibbled at his ear, then whispered, “I only
want to make you feel good.”
“Oh, god, Buffy,
I love you. I love you so bloody much.”
Buffy gasped,
pulled back to meet his eyes, and Spike realized what he’d said.
*** *** ***
I know, I know. I
leave mean cliffhangers. But I’d still appreciate some reviews… *wink*
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