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Bedtime for Buffy	By : PassionFish Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2580 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five

Buffy sighed and rubbed her eyes, paying the taxi driver what she owed him and got out. The car sped away from Rovello Drive and with a tired heart the slayer walked into her house.
Since she couldn't hear Spike she supposed he was asleep. Kicking off her shoes she shed her jacket and moved silently up the stairs without switching on any of the lights.
Once in her room she dressed for bed in a pair of comfy cotton shorts and a thin shirt. With another sigh she briefly contemplated trying to sleep on her own. However, she knew it would be a futile effort and gave up without an attempt and walked into the spare room.
She gasped in shock when she found he wasn't there. Her eyes scanned the room, realising that he'd taken his clothes as well. Tears sprung to her eyes and she collapsed down on to the bed as they fell down her face.
She wasn't sure why she was crying but the tears felt good and so just let them fall.
***
It didn't take long for her to give up and head to his crypt. She pushed open the door and found him stg atg at the blank screen. He was vamped out, she noticed, and held an almost empty liquor bottle in his hand. She scrunched up her nose at the four empties that surround him.
"Why did you go?" She asked.
He didn't answer.
"Spike? Why did you go?"
He didn't turn around as he answered, "You had your poof to comfort you." He tried to keep the jealousy out of his voice but it didn't work.
"What?"
"I thought my services wouldn't be required tonight." He spoke coldly.
"What do you mean?"
"Figured since you were with the wanker you wouldn't be back. I know I'm just a pair of cold arms for you to pretend I'm Angel. If not you'd just go find some mortal whelp."
"Is that what you think?" She gasped.
"Its the truth, goldilocks, you just don't care enough to admit it."
Tears jumped to her eyes and she quickly turned, slamming the door behind her, so as not to let him see how much his harshly said words had affected her.
She collapsed to the soft grass outside, trying to take deep breaths but failing miserably.
Part of her was crying for him not being there earlier to comfort her, part for her pain and part for the pain realisation brought that she'd hurt him by just leaving.
***
From inside he heard her.
He closed his eyes in an attempt to block away the sound of her tears and the pain her crying brought him.
He stood, the bottle falling soundlessly from his hands as it hit the chair behind him. He walked over to the door and stood in front of it. He could still hear her out there, not far away. Neither was sunrise.
With a sigh he pulled it open and his heart broke at the sight of the sobbing slayer huddled in the corner. He dropped to his knees next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her on to his lap.
Buffy buried her face in his neck, her hot tears burning his cool skin. She keened softly as he threaded his fingers through her hair in a soft continuous motion as he whispered soothingly too her.
"I'm sorry, pet." He murmured, kissing the top of her head.
Buffy froze and Spike frowned, wondering what he'd done wrong.
Before he could ask Buffy had turned in his lap, her mouth on his. He responded automatically as her tongue pushed it's way into his mouth. Her hands moved up to hold his face, her residual tears mingling into the kiss.
Spike raised one of his hands to gently brush her tears away, his cool skin soothing her heated one.
Buffy hissed as pain flared up in her cheek, the cold hand suddenly burning her skin. She gasped as Spike jumped up, and she was thrown from his lap. She hastily got to her feet, her hand reaching up to gingerly touch the burn mark on her cheek as she rushed back where Spike had ran.
Slamming closed the crypt door behind her she rushed up to him, sitting in one of the easy chairs in the crypt. One of his hands and lower arm, his face and most of his neck were covered in burns. She cringed in sympathy as he hissed in pain when he tried to open his eyes.
"Don't move." She murmured, reaching into her boot for her penknife.
Spike did as requested, barely holding back the urge to respond. He heard her moving about and his nostrils flared as the scent of blood hit him. Not just any blood. Hers. Slayer blood. Buffy Blood.
"NO!" Pain erupted from his mouth and jaw as it stretched the burns with his yell.
When it touched his lips he valiantly tried to quell the demon, jerking his head back. He felt Buffy's hand on his stomach and he hardened at her whispered words, "Please..."
He opened his mouth, and she pressed her cut wrist into his mouth. He moaned as her strong blood coated his throat and his other, uninjured, arm shot out, hauling her on to his lap.
Buffy gasped as his fangs descended, deepening the cut, but she didn't pull away. This was completely new. Never had any of her other bites affected her this way. Heat rose within her and a moan escaped her lips.
Spike answered with a growl of his own, as her enflamed desire changed the scent of her blood to something more potent. His fangs slid away as his wound healed but before Buffy had time to do or say anything Spike grabbed the back if her head and smashed his lips onto hers.
She rubbed up against his arousal and what little was left of his control snapped. Resting his weight on the arm holding her he slid his other down her body.
He slipped his hand up her top, cupping her breast through her bra. Buffy moaned and thrust her chest up into his palm. Her hands pushed at his duster and he let go of her long enough to remove it and his shirt. He rolled them so that she was on top of him, never breaking the kiss as his hands slid back under her top.
Spike suddenly got up, but he lifted her with him, their mouths never leaving as he carried her down the stairs to where his bed resided. He placed her softly down on the bed, his fingers tangling in her hair.
It was Buffy who broke away from his mouth and tugged his black t-shirt over his head. She then took off her own top, sliding her hands up his chest as her mouth found his once again.
Spike slowly slipped the straps of her bra down her arms, making her shiver. His hands slid around her back, unhooking the black bra with centuries of practice. The material dropped from her body and Spike groaned deep in his chest, rolling her on to her back as he began to explore her body with his mouth.
His lips slid down her throat, across her collar bone. His tongue danced along the veins in her neck. He knew exactly where all the pressure points were and that a slightest touch would make her blood rush.
Buffy moaned and writhed beneath him, her breathing shallow and erratic as wetness pooled between her thighs. She cried out in frustration as his mouth kiss and licked and nipped at her breast, everywhere except her aching nipples. Spike grinned up at her, holding her gaze as he touched the tip of her nipple with his tongue.
She bucked up, her hips slamming into his erection. His mouth covered her nipple, sucking at the sensitive skin while his teeth gently nibbled the tip. Buffy moaned his name, her fingers tangling in his hair as he switched to the other breast, dragging his mouth to her body.
Her hands slid free of his hair as he kissed further down her body. He dipped his tongue into herel ael and she surged against him and he aimed his kisses just above the waistband of her skirt which hung low on her hips. He released the button and slid the material and her underwear down her legs.
He looked up at her as he slid his hands down her leg, removing her sandals. His hands massaged her feet for a moment before sliding up her legs, parting them gently. He placed soft kisses along her inner thigh, getting ever closer to the scent he'd longed to taste since that fateful spell over two years ago.
Buffy cried out, her hands gripping the soft sheets beneath her as his tongue slid in between her folds, his teeth gently nibbling at the soft skin; sending her out of her mind with desire. He moved one hand from her hip, pushing a finger inside her and was rewarded with more moistness drenching his face. She groaned loudly, "Oh, God, Spike!" He swept his tongue up, drawing the swollen bud into his mouth as his fingers manipulated her core.
He listened to her accelerated breathing, the breathy whimpers of his name and he knew she was close to coming. He sucked at her clit, burying his face in her mound and as he scraped his blunt teeth across the tiny bud she came.
Buffy arched her hips off the bed, screaming his name as her orgasm slammed through her. "SPIKE!" His tongue thrust into her opening, lapping at her flowing juices, not allowing her to come down from the incredible high he'd just given her.
The sharp tugging at his head forced him away from in between her thighs and he gave her a tender smile. Slowly kissing his way back up her body, Spike settled between her legs, kissing her masterfully. Buffy's fingers trailed down his back, feeling the tight muscles underneath, before grasping his unfortunately-still-leather clad ass in her hands and rocking against him.
Spike groaned and thrust, once, against her uncontrollably. Buffy reached around and undid the fastenings and catches of his jeans and Spike quickly divested himself of them before moving back to her. He lay over her once again and took her head in his hands, watching the bliss suffused her features as he slid inside her.
As her inner walls clenched around him he growled deep in his chest and Buffy answered with a moan, pulling his lips back to hers as he began to move. They moved together slowly, each wanting to prolong the intense pleasure building up inside of them. But as their release drew near their hips slammed against each other and their kisses became more fevered.
Buffy arched up, breaking from the kiss to scream Spike's name as she came, the sound bouncing through the crypt and out towards the quiet graveyard. Spike followed her into ecstasy soon after with a horse shout of her name by her neck. As they came slowly down, Spike placed soft kisses over her racing pulse, feeling pride at the tremors running through her body.
Buffy raised a shaky hand and stroked the back of his head as he continued to nuzzle at her neck. A tender smile crossed her features as he began to purr and she let out a slow, shaky breath as she tried to control her breathing.

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