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Violently Happy	By : marksandspence Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - Het - Male/Female Views: 3216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part1a
- 2-Part1b
- 3-Part1c
- 4-Part1d
- 5-Part1e
- 6-Part2a
- 7-Part2b
- 8-Part3a
- 9-Part3b
- 10-Part3c
- 11-Part4a
- 12-Part4b
- 13-Part4c
- 14-Part4d
- 15-Part5a
- 16-Part5b
- 17-Part5c
- 18-Part5d
- 19-Part5e
- 20-Part5f
- 21-Part5g
- 22-Part5h
- 23-Part6a
- 24-Part6b
- 25-Part6c
- 26-Part6d
- 27-Part6e
- 28-p.s. Flight of Fancy
- 14
- 15
- 16
SIX MONTHS LATER...
Part 5
Scene 1
Los Angeles. City sidewalk at night. Miranda and Spike are walking side by side, a slight distance apart.
Spike: “So remind me why we’re not staying at Duncan’s flat tonight.”
Miranda: “Think he might still be a bit cross about that little incident in Prague. I’d rather get all the horribleness over in one go tomorrow.”
Spike: “Right. [beat] He was rather insistent on the phone about the whole ‘laying low’ business.”
Miranda: [mildly mocking] “Suddenly you’re little miss play-by-the-rules? [He gives her a knowing look. Seeing it, she catches herself as if being reluctantly reminded of something] We’re going to a demon bar, anyways. I didn’t even know they existed until I moved to Sunnydale so the odds are fairly low we’ll run into anyone important.”
Spike: “Guess we could use a stiff drink. What’s so special about this place that we had to slog halfway across town?”
Miranda: “I know the owner. He’s got a beat on most of the demon goings on about town. He might be able to help us with our little side mission.” [she gives him a sideways smile/smirk]
Spike: [teasing] “Can’t imagine what you’re talking about.”
Miranda: [pouty frown] “I’m not saying we have to do anything about it right now, but we could at least ask.”
They’re now outside the entrance to the club and they stop before going in. Spike lights a cigarette. This conversation obviously means more to him than he’s letting on—he’s playing it cool.
Spike: [looking up casually] “So, when did you have in mind?”
Miranda: [thinking for just a moment and then smiling devilishly] “Saturday.”
Spike: “As in, the day after tomorrow?”
Miranda: “That’s the one.”
Spike: [shaking his head] “Not going to happen, pet.”
He drops the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and puts it out with his boot. Miranda isn’t surprised. She lets it drop and moves to open the door to the club and go in.
Miranda: “I’ll have to check my sword—he’s got some anti-violence spell on the place, but still likes to keep weapons inside to a minimum.”
As they walk in, there is a bored-looking demon standing in front of what looks exactly like a coat check (complete with tip jar stuffed with $1bills), but instead of coats hanging on hangers, there are weapons of every conceivable kind. Miranda hands over her sheathed sword and gets a ticket. There is a curtain separating this room from the main part of the club. Spike steps ahead and pulls the curtain aside for Miranda and as she starts to walk through, says somewhat begrudgingly…
Spike: “So maybe I’ll mention it.”
Miranda’s face erupts in a huge smile at this as they continue to walk into the club (it’s Caritas, Lorne’s club). They find an open bar table. Miranda stands by it, while Spike goes to the bar to get drinks. She is somewhat nervously scanning the crowd. Suddenly, she spots Lorne who has just noticed her too. He immediately comes over and they exchange cheek kisses—they are both happy to see each other.
Lorne: “Sorry I didn’t return your call earlier—was in the middle of a screaming match with my florist—a real knock-down, drag out over some pathetic passion flowers he was trying to charge me an arm and a leg for, [beat] literally. But I was so happy to hear you were in town—we could use some color in here. [Looking at her shirt, which is a dark purple, close fitting peasant top] That shirt totally brings out the purple flecks in your aura—ya’ still have the brightest in town.”
Miranda: “Wonderful to see you, too. How’s business?”
Lorne: “Not bad. Same old, same old. [a bit more serious] He’s faded back to a cloudy dark grey since you left—maybe a hint of blue every now and again, but...[shaking his head; then a bit of optimism]...now that you’re back, maybe...[noticing her reaction; realizing something] That’s why you called. No need to worry your pretty little head—he’s not here.”
Spike comes back with drinks. He hands one to Miranda.
Miranda: “Lorne, I’d like you to meet Spike”
Lorne: [giving him a once over] “Pleasure.”
Spike: [nods a greeting] “Quite a place you got here.”
Lorne: “We aim to please.”
Miranda: [to Spike] “Oh, love, would you mind getting me a glass of water at the bar—I forgot to mention it before.”
He frowns ever so slightly and then walks back over to the bar. Miranda and Lorne watch him walk away.
Miranda: “Isn’t he...”
Lorne: [finishing her thought] “Scrumptious? I’ll say. Is it serious? [M just smiles; L looks concerned] You take care, girl. [lightly] It’s always the pretty ones who turn around and bite you in the ass. [clarifying] In a bad way.”
Spike returns with the water. Miranda takes a sip.
Lorne: “So what brings you two love birds into town?”
Miranda: “Just some business. You haven’t heard any buzz about a weapon called Lucifer’s Sword, have you?”
Lorne: “Hm, now where have I heard that before...Lucifer’s Sword...oh yeah, Gunn was in here asking about it last week.”
Spike: “Who’s Gunn?”
Miranda: “You remember—he works with Angel. [to Lorne] What did you tell him?”
Lorne: “All that I’d heard—zippo.”
Miranda: “It’s an Immortal thing, so I’m not surprised. Anyway, I need to pop over to the loo. Spike, while I’m gone why don’t you ask Lorne about the minion thing-ys that Duncan mentioned. And, well, anything else that comes to mind.” [quick smile as she leaves]
Lorne: “Is it me, or was that a not particularly well-veiled attempt to get the two of us alone?”
Spike: [smiling a bit] “Miranda always has an agenda. Back to the matter at hand—Seen any new and interesting minion-types hanging about—priests, monks, that sort?”
Lorne: “Nothing comes to mind. Don’t usually get that kind in here much—they’re typically all about the deprivation thing. I can put the word out. Let you know if I hear anything.”
Spike: “Yeah, alright.”
Lorne: “Anyway, I should make the rounds [looking around the bar]. Tell Miranda to be sure to give me a goodbye hug before you take off.”
Spike: “Hang on a minute. One more thing. [now looking slightly uncomfortable] Uh, know anyone around here who does ceremonies...of, uh, the commitment-type and the like, for demons?”
Lorne: [surprised] “What, you two kittens thinkin’ about tying the knot?”
Spike: [macho] “You know what birds are like—gotta give ‘em something else they get all pouty and needy all the time. Not really my thing, but...”
Lorne: [obviously conflicted] “Most of the fellas ‘round town aren’t too keen on performing mixed unions—if you catch my drift.”
Spike: [slightly defensive/indignant] “It’s not like she’s human or anything. But, uh, so people...demons do that sort of thing.” [It’s somewhere between a statement and a question.]
Lorne: “Sure. Varies by species. Don’t usually get too many vamps looking for that kind of commitment.”
Spike: [as if to explain] “Yeah, but Miranda’s...well, she’s...[pause] Miranda.”
Lorne: “Couldn’t’ve put it better myself, cheeks. Still, don’t know that I can think of anyone offhand who’d be willing and able. I’ll get back to ya’. [beat] Toodles.”
Lorne leaves the table a bit too hastily. Spike just frowns slightly and takes a drink. Miranda comes back after a minute.
Miranda: “Any luck?”
Spike: “None to speak of.”
Miranda: “Well then. I guess all we have left to do is have another drink. [She finishes her cocktail and they order another around, this time from a waitress] You know what? I think I’m going to sing you a song.”
Spike: [smiling] “Oh yeah? What kind of song?”
Miranda: “hmmm. How about a love song?”
Spike: “Boring.”
Miranda: [getting an idea] “How about a rather sexy obsessive-scary-stalker kind of love song? There’ll be suggestive writhing...”
Spike: “Sounds a bit more interesting.”
Miranda: “Garbage it is, then.”
She gets up to put in her request for music. She comes back, they sit at the table and chat and have another drink. Finally, it’s her turn to sing. She goes up to the stage (BTW, she’s wearing the purple shirt I already described and black leather pants—her midriff shows and she has a pierced bellybutton with a delicate chain hooked on the hoop and stretching around her waist.) The music starts—she’s totally vamping it up (so to speak), moving suggestively to the music. The song is Crush by Garbage. note, if you haven’t heard it, it’s very darkly hypnotic. Actually, it’s rather hard to describe. It’s on the Soundtrack to Romeo & Juliet (1996)
Lyrics:
I would die for you
I would die for you
I’ve been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you’re mine
I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown you fear
I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you [smirk]
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time that I’m talking
You will believe in my
And I will never be ignored
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You’re just like me
Violate all the love that I’m missing
Throw away all the pain that I’m living
You will believe in me
And I could never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I would steal for you
I’d do time for you
I would wait for you
I’d make room for you
I’d sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be part of you
‘Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you
As she sings, she gets the bar’s attention. Lorne is watching intently until someone (one of his employees) steps up to him and whispers in his ear. He immediately heads to the entrance, where he finds Angel arguing with the bouncer who is trying to not let him pass. This all takes place in the alley by the back door of the club.
Angel: “What the hell is your problem?”
The bouncer just points to the sign that says: We Have the Right to Deny Anyone Admittance.
Lorne: [cheerily] “Need to talk to me, dumpling? What can I do you for?”
Angel: [annoyed] “Maybe I just want to have a drink. [skeptical look from Lorne] Ok, maybe I’m looking for one of my informants...to, uh, get some information.”
Lorne: “Sorry, he’s not here tonight. Now scurry off back to the hotel and I’ll give you a ring as soon he sets foot inside. buh-bye now.”
Angel: “You don’t even know who I’m talking about.”
Lorne: “Neither do you.”
Angel: [busted] “She’s in there tonight. That’s why you don’t want me to go in.”
Lorne: “Don’t be silly. It’s not that I don’t want you to go in, it’s just...well...yeah, I got nothin’. Go home, Angel-cake.”
Angel: “I just want to see her.”
Lorne: “Trust me. You don’t want to go in there.”
Angel: “She’s singing.”
Lorne: “She’s not alone. Just do yourself and everyone else a favor and skedaddle.”
Angel: “Is she OK? Did you talk to her?”
Lorne: “She looks good—seems happy.”
Angel: [Takes this in and nods. He looks miserable] “Good. That’s good. I guess...maybe you’re right. What’s the point?”
Lorne: “Of course I’m right. I’m the Host.”
Angel: “I’ll just sit out here for a minute and then take off.”
Lorne: “Take your time. [he turns to go] Kisses to the gang.”
Lorne comes back inside and listening to Miranda sing the last bit of the song, he walks over to the table where Spike is sitting. Spike looks up briefly to acknowledge that he knows he’s there, but continues to watch Miranda.
Lorne: [serious] “She means every word, you know. Haven’t seen that kind of intensity since...[pause] well, a while. [Spike doesn’t say anything. Lorne takes something out of his pocket—it’s a business card and he hands it to Spike.] This guy’ll hook you up. Tell him I sent you and he’ll knock 40% off the price. Take good care of her. She’s an angel.” [He leaves]
Miranda walks back over to the table, but instead of taking her seat, she straddles Spike in his chair.
Miranda: “Ready to go, love?”
Spike: [he pops the card in his shirt pocket and then grabs hold of her hips with his hands] “Think we got what we came for.”
They both get up and head towards the door.
Miranda: “Let me just say goodbye to Lorne.”
She walks the few steps over to where he’s standing and gives him a kiss goodbye.
Lorne: “Take care now, sweets.”
Miranda: “You too.”
She starts to walk off, but Lorne stops her briefly.
Lorne: “It was him all along, wasn’t it?”
She just smiles and continues on. She catches up with Spike at the door, they pick up her sword and leave. Just outside the entrance, Spike pushes Miranda gently, but forcefully, back against the wall of a nearby building and kisses her. He moves his hands downward from her shoulders, feeling her breasts through her shirt, on their way to her waist where he then moves them around to her back, pulling her hips toward his.
Miranda: [slightly breathless] “Did you like my song?”
Spike: [he nods] “You looked very sexy up there, fondling the microphone.”
Miranda: “I meant it, you know. All of it.”
Spike: “So I hear.”
Miranda: [she looks straight into his eyes] “But do you believe me yet?”
He doesn’t answer, but kisses her instead. They kiss for a bit, rubbing their bodies against each other in the alley. Things start to heat up.
Spike: [in between kisses] “Maybe we should head back—continue this somewhere a bit more private.”
Miranda: “But it’s such a long way; I don’t want to wait that long.”
Spike: [devilish grin as he breaks away from her long enough to look around] “Not here—I get the feeling someone’s watching us. Maybe just a surveillance camera or something.”
Miranda: “Ever done it in a car?”
He just gives her a ‘duh, of course’ look. She pulls away, taking his hand and walks toward the street where there are cars parked.
Miranda: “But have you ever done it in a beamer?”
She smiles at the car they’re standing next to and without even trying the locks, she pulls out her sword and smashes the passenger-side window with the handle. Unfortunately, the minute the window breaks, a very annoying car alarm goes off, breaking the mood.
Spike: “Do you know how to turn those off?”
Miranda: “Not a clue, do you?”
Spike: “We’d better get out of here” [he grabs her hand and they rush off, laughing.]
**
A few minutes later, inside their hotel room. M&S are just walking through the door of their room. They look cheery like they’ve been having some fun.
Spike: “Have a fondness for breaking windows, then do you?”
Miranda: “I’d never tried it before, but once I started I couldn’t seem to stop.”
Spike: “Not exactly keeping a low profile, though, is it?”
Miranda: “We didn’t get arrested or anything.”
Spike: “Almost. Almost didn’t get arrested.”
Miranda: [smirking broadly] “I told you before, I’m getting in touch with my inner teenager. [Suddenly her smirk melts into a slightly more serious face] It wasn’t wrong, was it?”
She appears to be asking an honest question as if she doesn’t know the answer.
Spike: [answering her back in kind] “Not exactly the behavior of a model citizen, but no, not wrong. What would you have done if the cops had tried to arrest you?”
Miranda: [without thinking; flippantly] “I wouldn’t have let them, of course.”
He gives her a knowing look. She frowns slightly and nods. Her expression changes once again, now looking at Spike longingly as she saunters over to where he’s standing. She puts her hands on his chest and touches her forehead to his.
Miranda: [soft, seductive whisper] “What would I do without you, William?”
Spike: [a touch of bitterness] “We already know the answer to that now, don’t we pet?”
Miranda: [pretending not to hear] “The song didn’t say everything. Left out one tiny little detail. Let’s review—there was dying, pain, tears, burning, aching. But no love. [She pulls her head back slightly and looks Spike dead in the eye] I love you.”
Spike: [He looks somewhat agitated as she says this (jaw clench) and he turns his head to the side, away from her gaze. You almost think he might push her away, but he doesn’t. He takes an unnecessary breath before looking at her and saying forcefully] “You know I can’t.”
At this, she closes her eyes for just a moment (maybe trying to remember a time when he’d always answer back in kind) and lets a soft smile slide across her lips.
Miranda: “I know.”
She goes to step back, but he stops her by gently grabbing hold of her shoulders. He stares at her for a moment, obviously conflicted. Just then, the phone rings. Spike steps over to the phone and answers it. After saying a few words, he hangs up and Miranda looks to him for explanation.
Spike: “Duncan. Wants to change the meet time to 7. Didn’t see a problem. How long does it take, to...”
He stops as they lock eyes. Just the thought of whatever it is ‘tomorrow’ brings is like a spark in a room full of flammable liquid—they lunge at each other, grabbing desperately at each other’s clothes, kissing roughly. She pushes him back against the wall and leaving his lips, she moves down to bite his nipple through his tight black t-shirt. He gasps with pleasure.
Miranda:“Still sore?”
Spike:“A bit.”
Miranda:“good”.
She pulls up his shirt, revealing a newly pierced nipple with a small gold hoop.
[Author's note: I hate to break up this scene, but there is a bit of flashback smut that tells the story of the nipple ring. It's relatively short, so I'll just paste it in (I wrote it as a separate PWP before I'd gotten to this part of the story).]
Begin flashback:
It’s near dusk. Miranda quietly sneaks into Spike’s crypt. He’s sleeping on the bed; He is on his back; his bare chest showing above the sheet, which covers him below the waist. She takes off her shoes and moves silently to the bed, pulling something out of her jacket as she places her bag over a chair. She slinks onto the bed. He stirs, but stays sleeping. She stops to look at him for a moment and then carefully slips a silk scarf under his arm, wrapping it around his wrist. She takes the other end and ties it tightly to the bed-post. The next one will be tricky, as his arm is folded over his chest. She takes the other scarf and deftly wraps it around the other wrist. She knows she won’t be able to tie it to the bedpost without waking him—she just needs a moment, so runs her fingers across his chest as she leans over him. “We’re going to have a bit of fun, tonight, William.”, she whispers in his ear. As he stirs slowly, she quickly tightens the second scarf to the bed-post, yanking his arm backwards. He wakes with a jolt and yanks at the scarves, which hold fast. He sees her and quickly understands. He smirks and says with his deep groggy/sleepy voice “What is my naughty girl up to tonight? I thought you didn’t like this.” He looks very pleased). She brings her finger to her lips and says “shhhhhh” as she pulls out a third scarf. He watches her greedily as she leans over to tie the scarf over his eyes, her face centimeters from his, as she reaches behind his head. She looks for a moment like she might kiss him, but as he reaches up to her with his mouth, she stays just out of reach. She sits back surveying her handiwork. “You see, Spike, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Well, a very particular part of you, that is, and you know me, once I have an idea in my head, I lose all patience.” She runs her hand down his neck and down his chest as she says this. “I mean, I know what you said about wanting your space and all; I thought about it, but decided against it.” He laughs at this. “So, uh, which part EXACLTY held your attention?”. She puts her fingers to her lips again “shhhhh. You’re not allowed to speak; you’ll find out soon enough.” With that she unbuttons her blouse and then leans over him. She begins with his neck and slowly kisses down his chest. She stops at his left nipple and covers it with her mouth. She runs her tongue around it until she can feel it get firm; she bites it softly and he groans almost inaudibly. She moves to the right nipple. Same thing—she runs her tongue in circles and sucks until it is hard enough to nibble. She sits up. “So which one is it to be then? Both so very perky.” She is moving her hands softly over his chest as she considers. “The left, I think.” Spike, looking a bit confused, asks “what EXACTLY…??” she shhes him again and gets up from the bed and pulls something else from her bag. “You see, I love your nipples, William, but I’ve been thinking that there just isn’t quite enough to hold onto.” With this, she puts an ice cube to his left nipple and holds it there. He gasps slightly. She is now straddling him, still dressed. She takes a bit of cloth and unfolds it on his chest. Inside there is a needle and a small hoop earring. “This will just hurt a bit, love”, she says matter-of-factly. She removes the ice cube and quickly first puts the needle and then the earring quickly afterwards through his nipple. He yelps at this, but you can tell he’s enjoying every minute. “See that wasn’t so bad...(she feels him stir under her)...you liked that didn’t you, pet”. She reaches behind her and feels him hard under the sheet…he breathes in deeply at her touch. “It’s bleeding a bit; let me take care of that.” She licks the blood from his nipple and puts her mouth over it again, his body tightens, as it must still sting a bit. He bites his lower lip as she moves the ring around gently with her tongue. "See, more to fiddle with.” She quickly pulls her skirt up and the sheet away and sinks onto him. They both gasp. She begins moving rhythmically on top of him. He says breathlessly “I want to touch you...to kiss you...” “shhhhhh” She replies. She leans down and bites the ring with her teeth. He groans and she can feel him respond inside her. She feels herself building as she continues to ride him. “Oh god, you feel incredible...” he whispers. She leans in close to his face, keeping just out of reach as he tries to kiss her. She touches her cheek to his and whispers in his ear “But are you hungry?” “hmmm”, he responds. She reaches into her bag again, still straddling him and pulls out a medium sized knife. She just barely cuts her finger with the knife and moves it around his mouth and under his nose. “Is this what you want?” He tries to lick her finger. She doesn’t let him. She wants to tease him for a bit. “Too bad; you’re all tied up...” He pulls at the scarves and moves his head up quickly in an attempt to reach her neck. She laughs “you’ll have to try harder than that”. He leans back again, enjoying the feel of her as she moves back and swivels her hips. She cuts her hand more deeply this time, letting the blood drip slowly onto his face. Every now and then he gets a taste...his hunger grows and she can feel it. She’s breathing heavily now; getting closer; sitting more heavily down on him, pushing him deeper. “Show me”, she insists. She squeezes his nipple with her hand. He clenches his teeth in pain and desire. “Show me what you want” she commands again, waving her slowly bleeding hand close to his face, but just out of reach. He vamps out. They’re both right on the edge. He pulls hard against the scarves and they tear instantly. In one motion, he lunges, wraps his hands around her and bites her on neck as the force of his motion pushes them off the bed. He lands on top of her on the floor, still biting and sucking—devouring her. She gasps with delight as he breaks away from her neck and kisses her hard on the mouth. They break the kiss and press their foreheads together as they both release; her fingers clenching into his back. They kiss again, more softly this time (vamp face is gone). Spike says jokingly “Just a word of advice, love, for future reference. It takes a lot more than a couple of scarves to hold a vampire. If you really mean it, you have to go with chains or at the very least a good thick rope”. She smiles “I’ll keep that in mind, although I’d say this worked out quite well in the end”.
Back to the present:
She takes the ring and nipple in her mouth and then pulls away slightly, tugging at the ring with her teeth. Spike clenches his teeth and closes his eyes enjoying the exquisite pain. She moves to the other unadorned nipple and sucks until it’s hard and then she takes a gentle nip with her teeth. He pulls her face up and kisses her forcefully as he spins her around, pushing her back against the wall. He moves his hands down to touch her breasts through her shirt and then quickly rips it open, revealing them. Gazing at her breasts, still mostly covered by her black velvet bra, he lifts one out from the cup and moves his lips down as if to lick it, but pauses, running his finger around her areola.
Spike: “Maybe you need a little something to grip, too”.
Just the idea of it makes Miranda shiver, as she says emphatically
Miranda: “No. Absolutely not."
Spike: “We’ll see.”
He bites at her breast, gently, and then moves his hand to her waist, where he pulls at her chain (attached to her belly-button ring).
Spike: “This might do.”
He moves back up and expertly reaches behind her and undoes the clasp to her bra, freeing them. He takes one in each hand and rubs them roughly as he kisses her. Feeling her nipples harden in his hands, he inspects the result of his handling.
Spike: “And why mess with perfection?”
He moves back in for more kissing and she spins him back around so that he’s back against the wall again. She kisses across his cheek and takes the lobe of his ear into her mouth. She sucks and strokes it with her tongue—he whimpers with pleasure. She kisses down his neck and then drops to her knees—she reaches her hand up and feels the tight muscles of his stomach and strokes the soft, translucent blonde hair just above his belly button. At first he watches her, but just as her hands reach his belt, he closes his eyes and rests his head back against the wall. She unfastens his belt, but before undoing his pants, she rubs her hand over his erection, held tightly restrained by his jeans. After a moment, she rips open the buttons of his jeans and yanks them down to his knees. She hesitates for just a moment; he inhales, knowing what’s next—his erection growing in anticipation of the warm softness of her mouth. When it doesn’t come, he opens his eyes and looks down at her—this is what she was waiting for. She raises an eyebrow and touches her tongue to her teeth. He grabs her hair with his hand. She doesn’t move, but continues to hold his gaze—daring him to push himself into her mouth. But she doesn’t wait and instead gives him a sly smirk as she takes him in greedily. He responds with a satisfied hint of a snarl. She twirls her tongue around the tip and then takes the rest of him in as deeply as she can, using her hand to cover what her mouth can’t. After a few minutes of this, Spike’s knees start to buckle slightly and he moves to push her away.
Spike: “Your turn, baby."
But instead of letting him push her backwards onto the bed, she lunges forward again, taking him back into her mouth and sucking even more vigorously. This makes him moan and lean back harder into the wall.
Spike: [snicker] “Bad girl.”
After a moment, he tries again, this time succeeding in getting her horizontal on the bed. All the time, watching her, he pulls off his remaining clothes and then methodically takes off her shoes and socks and pants and panties. Once they’re both naked, he slides up next to her, moving his hands over her body, pausing briefly between her legs.
Spike: “I love that you get so wet when you suck on me.” He moves his hands up to her face and kisses her deeply. In between kisses, she breathes...
Miranda: “I want you to bite me tonight.”
Spike: [a bit surprised] “What about being fit for tomorrow?”
Miranda: [breathless] “Doesn’t matter. I want to be inside you—a part of me inside you."
This adds even more intensity to his passion, and they cling tightly to each other, as if trying to melt together.
Spike: “When?”
Miranda: “Whenever. Don’t warn me.”
He pulls himself on top of her and then slides downward, first kissing her neck (she tenses slightly, thinking he might sink his teeth into her), then her breasts, then stomach (she relaxes, letting her knees fall loosely to the side). But instead of stopping where she’s expecting, he continues down and kisses along the inside of her thigh, then pausing to suck on the top of her knee (why does that feel so good?) and finally down her calf to her feet, where he lovingly sucks on her big toe, twirling his tongue around it until she giggles and pushes him away (ticklish feet). He takes hold of her knees and after kissing each rather tenderly, he forcefully pulls them apart, pinning them to the bed. She gasps as he dives in between her legs and runs his cool tongue over her swollen, wet lips. Spike: “mmmm”. He knows that it would only take a few seconds to send her over the edge (he knows exactly where and how to move his tongue to make her scream)—but that’s too easy. Instead, he tries for the more elusive pleasure. He licks gently while pushing two fingers into her, palm up. She inhales sharply at this intrusion and then quivers, knowing what this means. His fingers move gently inside her, searching for just the right spot—finding it, he begins to move them rhythmically in time with his tongue. Her breathing starts to become erratic and he can hear her heart begin to beat more quickly. Soon she moves her pelvis against him, maximizing the friction. Her groans become more and more shrill as he expertly adjusts his movements to her needs/wants. He senses a quick change in the temperature of her body—a thin layer of sweat is forming. She is now absolutely lost in it—in him—his complete knowledge of her body. After a moment, she shrieks loudly—he can feel the muscles of her vagina convulsing against his fingers and the warm wetness that follows. The pleasure is so intense that a tear streaks down her cheek as she grabs the sheets tightly. But before she has a chance to relax after the intensity of her orgasm, he vamps out while turning his head and bites into her femoral artery. Totally unexpected, she screams in pain/pleasure, grabbing hold of the headboard tightly, desperately. He’d never bit her there. He only takes a few deep swallows and then grabbing the wound briefly with his hand (to slow the bleeding), he pushes her legs up with his shoulders as he moves forward and thrusts into her—the taste of her orgasm making him harder than he’d thought possible and filling him with the most exquisite longing for release. The tightness nearly unbearable, he pushes himself deeply inside her, enjoying her lingering muscle spasms. Still in vamp face (he’s lost all control), he stares at her as he frantically tries to push himself deeper with every thrust. Then he pauses for just a moment. He lets her legs drop to the side (from where they were resting on his chest) and leans in closer to her face, drinking in her look of ecstasy and satisfaction. In a moment he returns to the forceful, rapid plunging and roars in pleasure as he explodes into her—his tightness flowing out in the most intense relief imaginable. He collapses on to her and they lay there for a time, both overwhelmed with the intensity of the evening.
**
After they’ve recovered for a moment, Spike rolls to the side and reluctantly starts to get up.
Miranda: [still looking a bit dreamy] “Where’re you going?”
Spike: “To get a bandage for your leg—we’ve ruined the sheets already, but...” [smirk]
Miranda: [pulling the sheet back to show her thigh] “No need—It’s stopped already. Maybe a bit of cream [she reaches over for a tube on the nightstand. As she rubs some cream over the healing wound, she smiles over at him] I love being sore in new places.”
Spike: “Thought I’d go a bit closer to the source this time. It was worth it. [watching her apply the cream—noticing that the bite’s already scabbed over] That was fast.”
Miranda: “Anything below the neck now heals almost instantly. It’s a thing.”
Spike: “There seem to be a lot of new things”
Miranda: “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Spike: “Forget it”
He lays back down next to her and she turns over and drapes her arm across his chest. He strokes her hair absentmindedly—he’s thinking about something. They lay like that for a time, both tired, but not drifting off to sleep.
Miranda: “Should we turn off the light?”
Spike: “Nah. I quite fancy a chat.”
Miranda: [skeptical] “really”
Spike: “I’ve just been thinking ‘bout some things is all.”
Miranda: [a bit worried] “What sort of things?”
Spike: “Just things. [mock defensively] Hey, you used to be big on questions—hypothetical ones in particular. Now it’s my turn.”
Miranda: [grinning] “Okay. Let’s have it.”
Spike: “Would you prefer it if I were human?”
Miranda: [she laughs] “That’s a ridiculous question. [He gives her that look that means ‘if you answer too quickly, it means you’re not taking me seriously and I’ll be pissed’. Once she realizes he’s serious and expects an answer, she can’t help but feel a knot in the pit of her stomach. It isn’t like him to think about such things—to question who he is. She sits up on her elbow and pretends (not too hard) to be serious, but her tone is obviously a bit tongue-in-cheek] Well, let’s consider it. If you were human, I wouldn’t need the bloody electric blanket all the time; Next time we’re in Rio, we could go to the nude beaches...[clarifying]...during the day. It might be fun having a bit of sweat during sex—I miss that just a tad; Ooh [more excitement], we could find someone who looked like me, and you could knock her up and we could have a baby. Now on the other hand, we’d have to give up smoking—that would be dreadful; And there’s the fun in the bath I’d have to do without; Not to mention the whole growing old business, which I wouldn’t mind so much, as I can tell you’d age well, but there are the associated ‘plumbing issues’. S’pose they do have Viagra now, but that frankly seems rather pathetic, doesn’t it? And the aging would eventually lead to dying and I’d have to arrange to go with you because what would be the point living once you’re gone. Suicide’s not such a simple matter for an Immortal. A tricky business, that—requires planning. Think a guillotine’s the way to go, but where would you buy one? God, and I can imagine the cost. There’s the deal breaker. So, no, I think I can definitely say with conviction that I would not prefer it if you were human.”
Spike: [A sideways eye roll as he chuckles slightly at her response. He has developed a certain affection for her rambling] “Not exactly what I meant—guess I was thinking about the whole ‘soul’ business that everyone’s always going on about. [serious again] Would you prefer it if I had one like you, and...” [his voice trails off]
Miranda: [considering] “You’d be different. At least that’s what everyone seems to think. How would I know if we’d still get on so well? Maybe you’d be all broody and miserable and unnaturally nice to stupid, silly people. [pause as she thinks for a moment, then a sigh] I think I’m supposed to think it matters—yes, I’m quite sure that’s what I should think. But honestly, William, the only reason I would want you to have a soul—the only reason that means anything to me—is then I’d know where to look for you if you were ever taken from me. Now, there’s only dust. If you had a soul, then maybe there’d be something to look for—something to find. [pause] But I don’t even know if that’s true.”
He stares at her face as he contemplates her answer—He knows she’s telling the truth, but there is something unsatisfying in that. He needs to know more.
Miranda: “Sleeping now?”
Spike reluctantly nods and she leans over to turn off the light. She turns away from him and they spoon. She closes her eyes. His stay open. Time passes. After about 10 minutes, he whispers in her ear.
Spike: “How long has it been? Since that night.”
Miranda: [keeping her eyes closed] “Two months. About.”
Spike: “All this time and I haven’t asked. You asked me not to and I didn’t. The nightmares. The changes. [pause] You’re different.”
She closes her eyes more tightly, as if she could block out what’s about to happen by the force of her will.
Miranda: [still not moving a breath] “Is that a question or...?”
Spike: “Come on M. It’s not like we both don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Miranda: [She does, but they haven’t spoken about it. At least not explicitly] “Tell me.”
Spike: [He frowns slightly. He doesn’t want to waste time on this] “You just say and do things you normally wouldn’t, is all. Things you sometimes regret, sometimes not—as if you don’t remember. I mean, just last week you told Giles you wanted humanity to build you a castle.”
Miranda: [defensively, but in a soft/weak voice] “Only if I won The Prize and became the Grand Protector of the mortal realm, or whatever it was he called it. It was a rubbish reference anyway—much too recent.”
Spike: “Love, you mentioned Versailles.”
Miranda: [She turns around to face him and speaks a bit more forcefully] “Only as the kind of thing to aspire to. I mean, Versailles only bankrupted one country—this would be the whole world and with everyone pitching in, I can’t imagine it would be too much of a strain. Seems a small price if I’m going to be protecting everyone on a daily basis from some ‘yet-to-be-announced’ force.”
Spike: [smiling just a bit] “And the strawberries?”
She’d suggested that perfectly fresh and seasonal strawberries could be flown in every day from wherever they were growing at that time of year.
Miranda: “All I’m saying is that it sounds like it would be a rather tough job, so having constant access to one’s favorite fruit doesn’t seem so unreasonable to me.”
Spike: “Don’t need to convince me, pet, but you said this to GILES. Giles, whose idea of excess is two sugars instead of one in his bloody afternoon tea. He was giving you that look. [remembering] Priceless. He was completely struck dumb. I’m sure he thought you were kidding around, but you weren’t. [return to a more serious tone] And then there was that time in Glasgow.”
The mere mention of this causes Miranda to shrink back into herself. Like a little girl, she rolls back over, away from him, pulling the sheet up tight around her, shutting her eyes tightly.
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