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Challenges	By : obsessivecreature Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 15
He walked over to the flats main window, making sure the blinds were completley closed.
Spike then turned, sitting down next to her and running a hand over her naked stomach. Buffy shivered at his touch, getting excited. “None of that.” She said softly, “or we’ll have to go for round two.” He smiled, laying down next to her then, pulling her close against his form.
"Spike?" She asked, turning around to face him on the bed as they both lay there naked.
He looked back, cupping her cheek. She smiled, turning into it. "I like this...." she purred, closing her eyes, feeling his hand against her face. "... and I think I want this... more. I want you... more. But.........
"But....?"
"I can't bring myself to tell them.... right now."
Spike squinted, wanting her to feel ok about this thing they had just done. “Your friends?" She nodded. He continued. "I won't lie Buffy. I woulnd't care if the whole world knew my feelings for you... but if its important to you... I won't tell anyone." he bent forward, kissing her forhead. "I'd do anything for you.... even have the best poker face in the world if it meant... I could belong to you... and you to me."
“Poker?”
He smiled back. “Sure.”
“But it isn’t right. Acting the way you really aren’t so others will accept you. Do you understand that without a soul?" He looked at her confused. She continued. "I know that, and I don’t feel good about it.” She looked off past him to the window. “But no one would like the real me,....so what other choice do I have? "
He stoked her hair. "I'll do anything for you."
She turned back to him again, smiling and moving even closer to him. “Its wrong of me to ask you to do this. Tell me... is this good enough for you? Having something... but hiding... this.”
He smiled again, his eyes getting heavy from the sudden wave of heat he had felt coming off her body. To his credit, he was managing to keep contact with her eyes though. “Better then surviving in this world without you.”
She moved even more forward after seeing his drowsiness, her hips now but inches away from his.
The heat from her breath swept past his ear. A rush of powerful energy suddenly surged upward into the vampire’s chest, causing him to want to grab her and kiss her harshly. She was so god damn beautiful! He stayed his ground though, rather, he pulled back his head and tilting it to study her features, trying to be sure what she wanted from him. “Survival…” He started, attempting to find his voice now. “-doesn’t ever mean- having to feel guilty.”
“And you’d know all about feeling guilty.” She said sarcastically. “I wonder, what else is it you feel?” She put her hands up, wrapping those heated digits around his waist. “What if there are things that I need… that I can’t survive without?”
“God- I hope you don’t mean a sense of decency.”
She laughed, “Please?!” and then kissed him harshly on the lips, wrapping her arms under his rib cage.
He groaned, letting his tongue explore her mouth. She stopped, and then purposely biting her lip, she began another frenzied kiss on his mouth.
Spike’s eyes widened as he tasted the blood from the cut on her lip. Bad move on her part, he thought for a second. He tried to pull away but she purposely held the back of his neck tightly and wouldn't let go so his face would change. His face distorted back and forth. The demon wanted out. Damn it all! He growled softly, desperately wanting to bite into her lip even more.
Buffy opened her eyes and saw Spikes real face.... she let go.
He attempted to turn away but she swiftly grabbed his neck again, pulling him back to face her.
All of a sudden everything came to a stop. Spike felt her hands on his face pulling his jaw back to face her, and he turned as she wished after a second, but continued to have his eyes closed. He still needed to cool down a little, but she felt so warm. “I want you to..."
"Don't..." he started, his brow down, his eyes under those lids yellow. "Don't say that.... I'll...."
"I know, and I don't want to hurt you... so.... I want you to try focusing on me."
The vampire shoulder's unclenched. His yellow eyes, almost brighter in the darkness, opened and darted to look to her.
She continued, staring back at him. "Not my blood... my body... get it?"
He had never thought of trying that. Replacement therapy? Could the demon be satisfied in that way.... without the blood? Lust, not bloodlust?
He opened his mouth, the tips of his fangs showing from behind his perfect lips.
Buffy looked up, and smiled, no stranger to this morphed face. It was odd, but she was strangly used to it.
Lifting himself up and then laying his pelvis down on top of hers then, Spike began to slowly kiss her neck, again grinding in a soft rhythmic motion against her.
He immediately went for her right breast then, slowly licking all the way up the side of her entire cup before beginning a track over to the center nipple and suckling slowly. He massaged the other with his hand.
Again she moaned. He was concentrating on pleasing his desires rather than his appetite.
As his demon face faded away, he turned his attention to the other breast, licking it in much the same way as the one before, prior to moving up and lightly kissing a pattern about her neck. He leaned in then, his mouth ever closer to her ear, and he groaned. “You are magnificent.” Slowly the vampire made various kinds of kisses around her belly.... then going down further, he let his hand dip between her thighs and take in the feeling of uncompromising heat radiating off her warm flesh. She was clean from the shower, but was swallon and pink again.
Buffy again moaned, her tongue traveling along her bottom lip and taking a taste of the blood she has spilt for him from before. She breathed heavily, the urge to thurst up into his hand completely instinctual.
With a rhythmic motion, the blond began to massage her with his fingers in a circular motion.
As he began to knead, Buffy’s back arched on the bed sheets, her legs grinding against him, back and forth in complete compliance.
Spike didn’t waste time after that, he put his hand back, then dipping a finger into her warm crevasse with a slow ease. She was wet and ready again. “AH!” She yelped in a lustful fashion. He bowed his head down, taking his tongue and slowly running it over her silken folds and then all the way up to the tip top of her abdomen. He took it all in, the heat, the sweet smell of this girl in a complete trance over what he was doing to her. It was a wonderful feeling of power and control. “Oh….my…. please…. please. You’re doing something to me. I want you.” She gasped deperatly, her breathing getting heavy and labored as her hands sprawled against the sheets and gripped.
He sat up, running a hand over her stomach. She looked up, seeing his sitting position, she sat up too, looked, and then Gently took his already very stiff shaft with one of her hands and gingerly rubbed at the tip with her tongue.
He groaned a low, long, and deep sound as she caressed a most sensitive area.
She stopped only to lie back down, once again, and wrath against the sheets, rhythmically lifting and dropping her hips in an exceedingly welcoming suggestion.
Placing one balled up fist to the side of her head, and bending down to force a kiss on her lips, Spike simultaneously put the other hand on the inside of her thigh.
She opened her legs, allowing him to lay on top of her.
Positioning himself, then looking into her eyes, he thrust gently and entered.
As she began to open her mouth in a shout of ecstasy, he drove his tongue into her mouth while entering her, his other hand having moved to her hip. He gripped her hip and pulled her tightly against him with that first initial thrust.
She yelped out in utter pleasure from this forceful kiss, lifting her hips to accept every inch of his hard shaft. She accepted him gladly, if not greedily, everything fitting as though they were made for one another. She lifted her hands and placed them on his back, letting her breast flatted against his front.
His eyes rolled up into his head as he began to enter, and as her moans of delight turned into groans of longing, he began to move inside of her. Back and forth, in a slow and steady enjoyment of the moment. Slowly, he became more aware of how warm she was. She was pleasantly tight against his length, and it had been a very long time indeed since he had felt such utter want for a woman. As much as he was enjoying himself, a part of him wanted this to last... so he kept it slow for now, looking down and watching the needy expressions for her. Meanwhile Buffy’s body moved side to side and up and down.... much like a snake, in the same way he had first seen her on the dance floor of the Bronze so many years ago. He tightened his jaw, the very sight of her in this way almost sending him over the edge.
Instead he took his hands and, clutching both her hips now, he thrust deeper with a groan while simultaneously falling to one side and laying his back against the sheets now- throwing her to on top of him.
It took her by surprise; suddenly she was on top, looking down at him.
He smiled- his hands still on her hips, watching her shocked expression as they switched positions.
At this new realization, Buffy smiled and placed her thighs as flat as she could against the bed sheets, and rode him in long slow stride, intending to feel every part of his length as it caressed her insides. At one point she brought her hands on top of his and held them over his head on the pillows, looking down at his features and watching him watch her. His eyes darted over every part of her body, and she felt so beautiful in that moment. More glorious then any supermodel, for she looked to her as if she were a goodness, and in a way that no words could describe.
If only he were a poet. She thought to herself.
It was one of the most glorious sights he had ever seen. He arched his back against the bed, crying out in sounds only intended for love making of this magnitude.
When he found he could stand it no longer, Spike sat up, and put an arm around her back, thrusting up as they sat intertwined together. She was slightly smaller then he, so when he sat up, he was looking almost directly at him, there noses almost touching as the rhythm continued. They were both panting, one needing the oxygen more than the other obviously... but either not caring why.
Turning her to the side, Spike slammed her back against the bed sheets and began to trust with a little more purpose now. He grabbed her wrists and held them tight, claiming her and lowering his head between her neck and sholder as if he were going to bite in.
He looked down at her neck as he continued to pull in and out, his mouth opened and watering at the smell and feeling of heat.... but before he could inch closer... Buffy turned her eyes to his.
In a look of total ecstasy, her mouth dropped open and she tossed her head back into the pillow. 'Oh god... I.... I...' and then she wrapped her legs against his waist- holding him in her as she convulsed, pulsating hard around him.
At this the blond could only get send over the edge. He came with her then, groaning in much the same way with one final deep thrust into her deepest recesses.
Multiple loud moans of ecstasy were heard through out the entire flat. A blinding light filled the area before Buffy's eyes as she felt herself climax in a way so powerful- she was sure she'd go blind.
The vampire fell on top of her, completely satisfied. Before she could even think, Buffy could feel him tenderly kissing her old neck wound. He felt Buffy’s heart pounding beneath his chest, her breathing still rapid- yet he did not hunger any longer. Her theory had worked. He slowly pulled away, looking down at her flushed face and naked form. Spike brushed an errant hair away from her face and then leaned down and tenderly kissed her on the mouth. His demon no longer wanting out; the blood lust having gone. This moment was important to him, it meant he could be with her and still be able to stave off the bloodlust... as long the desire was directed in the right path. He could control his instinct.... cage the beast. He would have never thought it possible, but she had made it so. Options never before considered began floating through his head. This could be the beginning of a whole new existence. With her help, and a bit of pigs blood, he could be around humans.... and be with her if he so chose.
"Spike!" Buffy shouted harshly in a whisper. "Spike?" She shook his shoulder.
Jolted awake, Spike opened his blue eyes and looked around, still in a first class airplane seat next to Buffy mid flight. She shook him awake.
Yawning, he sat up straight, glad he had a blanket over his lap. Folding his legs quickly over his hard-on, he groaned, annoyed that it was only a dream.
"Spike, the stewardess said were almost there." Buffy whispered.
He looked to the side, reflecting on the thoughts that had occurred. Could he stave off the bloodlust through..... other means? He had never considered if it could be done. He turned to look her in the eyes. "Huh?" he said, still thinking about the dream.
"We're almost there.... to London. Remember? We had to wait a week to find a flight that took off and arrived at night.... FOR YOU? Back in Sunnydale?"
"Oh.... right. Survival of the fittest talk, convinced you to hit them before they hit you.... right." he wiped his eyes, taking in a much needed breath of air to bring his brain back to earth after that wonderful dream. Couldn't he just live in his head, where everything made sense?
Buffy looked back to her magazine. "Giles' friend should meet us tomorrow night after we get situated at the place. I found a flat below a pub.... you should like that. "
Spike smirked. "Because of the no sunlight, or the beer?"
She smirked, looking back to him. "Both."
He looked to the slayer. "Is it strange for you... going to London?"
She looked back to him. "Why would it be?"
He shrugged." Well, aside from 'the American girls first trip out of her own country,' I'd say going to England means also, for you, the slayer....going to the council.... the place where all slayers get thire orders..... but you've never been there, so, is it odd to go where all the decisions are made?"
She flopped her magazine onto her lap in frustrated, and looked back at him pointedly. She put a finger up. "First off, no decisions are made there. Period. I stopped taking orders from them years ago. FYI, they don't like me, and are probably just waiting for me to die.... again. Besides, were not actually going TO the councils headquarters so it's not worth thinking about. Were avoiding the council and attacking the Malus, that's it. This isn't a vacation."
"Holiday."
"What?"
"In England we say 'holiday,' not 'vacation.'
"That's just strange."
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