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Darkening of the Light	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The trip back to
the crypt from the Bronze was made in silence, and while the way from the crypt had been the same, Spike
couldn't help but worry now. He knew Buffy's confrontation with Willow had to have upset her, and
he couldn't shake the fear that it would drive her back to the way she had been
when first her soul had first returned.
If he could do it
without upsetting Buffy, Spike would have killed Willow right there for what she
had done to his lover.
Once they got
home, Buffy told Spike she was ready for bed. He let her go with a soft kiss to
her forehead, telling her he'd join her after he had a cigarette. He needed
something to calm his nerves.
Standing outside
the crypt, Spike shook a cigarette out of the pack and lit it. Slowly, he took
a drag, watching the smoke as it curled up towards the night sky. He didn't
know what he'd do if Buffy didn't continue on like she had been since she'd
spoken with Giles. Nothing could make him leave her side,
that much he knew for certain. But living like this, having to watch the
woman he loved so much in that sort of pain�he didn't know how long he could
take it and stay sane himself.
He stayed outside
until is cigarette was nothing but ashes, then dropped the smoldering butt to
the ground and snuffed it out with the toe of his boot. A deep sigh, and he went back inside, prepared for another night of
holding Buffy through a restless sleep.
However, when he got
downstairs, he found a very different sight than the one he'd expected. He
blinked several times, expecting it to be a hallucination that would fade;
however, the tantalizing image in front of him remained.
The bottom level
of the crypt was lit by low candlelight, centered around
the bed. And on the
bed� Spike licked his lips, his eyes darkening as he took in the
view of Buffy in nothing but a blood red lace bra and panties set.
"I was
wondering when you were going to get your cute little butt down here and join
me," Buffy said, the corner of her lips twitching up in a teasing smirk.
"If I'd known
you were waiting down here for me like this, I would've moved a lot
faster," Spike replied as he stalked towards the bed. Just looking at her
had him hard and throbbing, his body too long denied the pleasure of her
welcoming body. He stopped at the edge of the bed to remove his boots before
crawling up on his knuckles until he was hovering over Buffy.
He looked down at
her, his expression one of awe. "You are so beautiful�"
Buffy smiled at
him as she raised her hand to caress his cheek. "So are you, you
know."
Spike's entire
body ached with the need to be inside her again, to recapture the pure bliss
he'd felt every time they'd made love, and yet he knew he had to be sure this
was what she truly wanted before they went too far. The evening's confrontation
with the girl who had caused all this heartache for them in the first place was
still in the forefront of his mind and he knew it had to be there for Buffy as
well. If she was doing this for a reason other than desire for him alone, then
they needed to stop. What was best for her would always take precedence over his own desire. Spike would make sure of that, no matter how
difficult it may be.
"Are you sure
about this, kitten?" he asked, even as he leaned into her hand.
"You're
thinking I'm upset over what happed with Willow, aren't you?"
"For
starters," Spike admitted.
A soft sigh
escaped her lips as Buffy pushed on his chest, and Spike could almost feel his
hopes crushing as he moved up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Hey now,
don't look like such a little kicked puppy," Buffy teased as she sat up
herself and moved to sit beside him and wrapped her arms around his.
"You're still getting laid." Spike turned towards her quickly, his
eyebrow arched, and Buffy had to laugh. "I'm okay, Spike. Really. I mean, yeah, seeing Willow tonight�not my idea of
fun. But I'm also sorta glad it happened."
At that, Spike
frowned. "How so?"
"It made me
realize something."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"That I
really don't belong in her world anymore�and I don't want to. When I was with
you before this happened, I was
happier than I've ever been. Ever. Happier even than I was before my parents split and I
got Called. For the first time, I felt like I really
belonged somewhere, like I had everything I could ever want. And then I got my
soul back, and well, I felt guilty for even loving you."
Spike's brow
furrowed and he opened his mouth to speak, but Buffy reached out and placed her
finger against his parted lips to silence him. "Shh. Let me finish, okay?
Over the past few days, I've realized something. It's okay for me to love you, William."
His expression
changed to one of wonder, and as her finger dropped, Spike whispered her name
questioningly. She smiled softly at him, reaching down into his lap to take his
hand.
"I'm not
going to deny that there were things about you that I was attracted to then
that I don't want to think about now, but beyond that�" Buffy paused for a
moment, looking down at how their fingers were entwined. "The connection
we had�we have�is
so much deeper than that. It's�" She stopped, at a loss for words when it
came to describing what she felt for him.
Spike pressed his
free hand against her cheek, and Buffy looked up, meeting his eyes. "It's
all right, sweetheart. You don't have to explain it to me. I know."
Buffy smiled,
tears welling up in her eyes again, though these were so different from the
ones she'd shed over the past few days. "You do, don't you?"
With a nod, he
replied, "As well as I've ever known anything, pet."
"When I saw
her tonight, I knew. I had no desire to be around her, to go back to what I
was�and not just because this whole soul curse thing has me more than a little
cranky with her." Spike chuckled slightly at that, and Buffy's smile grew at
the soft sound. "I think maybe, well�" Buffy stopped again and
sighed. "I don't know, this could be so selfish of me to even say, but I
think maybe this was all worth it. Because, well�"
Her eyes darted
down again as she said quietly, barely above a whisper, "No one else could
ever love me like you do, Spike. And to have the chance to be loved like
this�" Suddenly, she looked back up, her eyes locking with his again.
"And I miss you. I miss you so much. Just�being with you. I don't want to
spend another night like the ones we�ve been having. I need you. When�when
you're inside, everything just�fits."
Spike swallowed,
her words meaning more to him than she could even imagine. "Oh,
Buffy�"
Before Spike could
finish his thought, Buffy had launched herself at him, her mouth smashing
against his with desperation. All hesitation gone, Spike growled low in his
throat and lowered her down to the bed, his hands skimming her body to grab her
bottom, bared by her thong.
Buffy moaned into
his mouth, her own hands frantic against him, tugging at his t-shirt.
Impatient, she ripped it from his chest, letting it fall ruined to the bed.
Spike snarled, squeezing the rounded globes in his hands hard as his eyes
flashed between blue and gold. He nipped at her lips, breaking open the flesh
and tasting her blood on his tongue.
Her body humming
with need, Buffy arched off the bed, gasping as Spike moved from her lips down
to her neck, biting almost hard enough to break the skin before trailing lower,
moving his attention to the tantalizing mounds of flesh peeking out from the
top of her bra. He laved the area with his tongue before pushing one red cup
down and sinking his fangs in, his eyes rolling back as a taste like ambrosia
filled his mouth.
Buffy cried out,
her hips bucking wildly. She'd missed
this� Spike drove her wild in ways she'd never expected, did things to her
she'd never known could be so wonderful.
He growled and she
trembled, his teeth at the front of her bra, the flimsy fabric no match for his
sharp fangs. Her breasts fully bared to him, Spike attacked them with renewed
fury, lapping at her nipples until they were so sensitive Buffy wasn't sure she
could take it anymore.
Then he was moving
on, biting and licking the planes of her stomach, every touch making Buffy cry
out. She trembled in anticipation as his mouth moved closer to her dripping
pussy, enough moisture there already for Spike to feast on.
Spike nudged her
clit through her panties with his nose, the rough lace rubbing against the
sensitized bud. She gasped, her hips thrusting in a silent plea. The taste of
her too long denied to him for Spike to tease, her panties met the same fate as
her bra, his fangs rending them from her body.
Within the first
few passes of his tongue, Buffy was spasming. Spike growled in response to the
rush of fresh juices in his mouth, and Buffy screamed as the vibrations
traveled through her most sensitive spot. Still, he continued to feast on her
until she was weeping from the pleasure, her body shaking with each stab of
Spike's long tongue into her channel.
Suddenly, he
pulled away, but before Buffy could regain her senses, three of his fingers
pushed inside of her as his fangs sank into her inner thigh. She screamed
again, the sound echoing off the walls of the crypt as the world around her
flashed into bright light.
She came down to
the gentle laps of Spike's tongue against the fresh bite mark. Panting heavily,
Buffy reached between her spread legs to touch his head, her fingers threading
through the soft strands of his hair.
Spike looked up,
met her eyes, and smiled against her skin. Buffy smiled back before crooking
her finger, beckoning him to her. Spike complied without protest, crawling his
way back up her body. The denim of his jeans rubbed against her skin, with her
every nerve ending on edge and she moaned.
Buffy didn't
realize she was vamped out as well until Spike was hovering over her, kissing
the ridges on her brow. He whispered one phrase between every gentle kiss, and
Buffy felt a lump rising in her throat.
"I love you�
I love you�"
Tears stung the
edges of her eyes, and Buffy held on tightly to Spike's bare shoulders.
"Spike, please� I want� I need�
Oh�"
"Shh� I know,
kitten. I know." Spike pulled up, unfastening his jeans and slipping them
down and off his legs before he was covering her body with his again, kissing
her everywhere his lips could reach. His cock fell thick and ready between her
legs, and Buffy thrust her hips, desperate for the feeling of being complete
that only he could give her.
Spike didn't keep
her waiting. Their eyes met as his hand stole between their bodies, grasping
his cock and lining it up with her entrance. Buffy thrust her hips again as he
pushed forward, and with a cry in unison, he was inside her again.
They trembled
together, both stilling for a moment to adjust to the feel of being joined
again. "I missed this," Buffy whispered, her voice hoarse.
"Me,
too," Spike replied softly.
Then, they were
moving, a perfect rhythm found from the start. They needed no words, every
emotion lay bare in touch alone. Instinctively, their lips met, fangs and
tongue battling, colliding, melding. Pleasure coiled
inside them, and the pain of the past few days meant nothing in this exquisite
homecoming.
In unspoken
agreement, their lips came apart and their eyes met. Buffy gasped, and as Spike
felt her inner walls fluttering around him, he let go, roaring his pleasure as
he came.

*** *** ***
The crypt was
still, silent, the two lovers entwined on the bed.
Something passed
through her, and Buffy's eyes shot open. Pain rolled through her and she
gasped, stumbling off the bed and collapsing on to the floor.
Behind her, she
could faintly hear Spike's voice calling to her, yet she couldn't respond, her
entire body seizing up as she struggled for breath she could only dimly
remember she didn't need.
And then, it was
over. The world grew still again, and Buffy panted, her head hanging as her
hands pushed against the hard stone floor.
Slowly, she
brought her head up as a grin spread across her face.

*** *** ***
This is the end of
the fic. I hope you enjoyed by little foray into vamp
Buffy. I realize some people are probably going to be upset that I don�t take
it any further, but this is the ending I wanted and have been planning since
the beginning. I hope most of you like it and you enjoyed the fic on the whole.
Thanks for reading
and please review!
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