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Been Here Too Few Years	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 18659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Spike came
back into the living room, Buffy was seated on the couch, her hands folded in
her lap and her back rigid. She turned sharply at the sound of his footsteps on
the hardwood floor. "Is she gone?"
"She's
gone," Spike assured her as he came around to join her on the couch. He
reached out and took Buffy's hand. "You sure you're okay?"
Buffy nodded.
"She wasn't violent or anything. You don't think she would be later, do
you?"
Spike shook his
head. "Eve doesn't really like to get her hands dirty. If she does
anything, it'll be something less direct." He shrugged. "But don't
worry about her. She's not important." He frowned. "But she did
succeed in killing the mood, didn't she."
"Little bit,
yeah," Buffy admitted.
Spike stood, then took both of Buffy's hands in his to pull her up with
him. "Come with me. I want to show you something."
Buffy followed
Spike over to the other side of the large living room to a sliding glass door.
They stepped out onto a balcony, a clear view of the moonlit ocean in front of
them.
"Spike, this
is beautiful," Buffy said as she walked over to the railing and looked over.
"It's what
really sold me on the house." Spike came up behind her and wrapped his
arms around her waist. "I like to come out here to write."
"I can see
where it would be inspiring."
"I thought
about you a lot when I was out here, too," Spike told her, then leaned in to kiss the top of her head. "I used to
sit here and wish you were with me."
Buffy turned to
face him, her arms going around him. "Now I am."
"Now you
are." Spike kissed her, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her in his
arms again. The waves crashed to the shore, the salt air blew around them, and
all their troubles, all the pain the last three years had brought seemed to
melt away.
Spike brought
Buffy over to one of the deck chairs, where he sat down before pulling her into
his lap, so she was facing him, her knees on either side of his legs. Their
hands roamed as the continued to kiss, Buffy's undoing the buttons of his shirt
while his reached under her skirt to caress her bare bottom.
"Do you want
to go back into the house?" Spike asked, his
words followed by a gasp as Buffy's nails trailed down his chest, over his
nipples.
Buffy shook her
head. "I like it out here."
"I'm going to
have to be inside you soon," Spike murmured against her skin, his lips
trailing over her collarbone.
"I
know." Buffy ground down against his erection, feeling the hard ridges
through the leather. He groaned and she whimpered. "The sooner the better,
Spike�"
Spike reached
behind her and undid the clasp of her top, letting it fall open to expose her
breasts. Her nipples hardened from both the night air and her arousal, and
Spike leaned in to take one in his mouth, his hand caressing the other.
"Still so perfect, baby," he moaned before suckling her again, laving
her firm breast with his tongue.
"Spike�" Buffy whimpered, her hips
bucking. "Now�please�"
He slipped his
hand between their bodies to open his pants, sighing in relief as his erection
finally sprung free. Buffy raised herself up on her knees and pulled her dress to
her waist as Spike took hold of his cock and kept it steady for her to lower
herself again.
They cried out in
unison as she slid down slowly on top of him, her three years of abstinence
making it an incredibly tight fit. Still, she was determined to take everything
he had to offer, and soon their bodies were flush against each other, Spike's
cock filling Buffy completely.
The couple
stilled, their foreheads meeting as they panted in exertion, her from taking
all of him into her tight pussy and him from the control it took not to thrust
into her wildly. Soon, they pulled back, their eyes meeting. Something akin to
giddiness rose up inside of her, and Buffy smiled. Spike reached out and
stroked her cheek as he smiled back.
"I missed
you," Buffy said as she nuzzled against his hand.
"I missed
you, too."
They began to move
then, the crashing of the waves setting their pace. Spike's hands held on to
her hips as hers gripped his shoulders, keeping their rhythm steady.
With a gasp, Buffy
threw her head back, her eyes closed as her long, blonde hair slid back and
forth over Spike thighs. He started pushing harder inside of her with each
thrust, listening as Buffy's cries and moans became more frantic.
Suddenly, she
pitched herself forward again, their eyes locking as she rode him harder,
wringing shudders out of both of them. Spike slid one of his hands from her
hips down beneath the bunched folds of her dress to find her clit, rubbing
circles against it with his thumb. Buffy's breath hitched, her movements
becoming more erratic as she grew closer to orgasm.
Spike knew he
wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, the knowledge that he was back inside
of Buffy alone enough to drive him dangerously close to the edge. Touching her
now healed his heart in a way nothing else could, filled it until he felt as if
it could burst.
Their eyes locked
again. The depth of what he saw there warmed him fully, and he said to her
through ragged breaths, "I love you."
Buffy gasped then
cried out as her orgasm rocketed through her, her whole body trembling. The
feel of her pussy strangling his cock was all it took to send Spike over with
her, and his hips moved up off the chair as he exploded inside of her.
Buffy slumped
against his chest, panting heavily. Spike ran his hand shakily down her back,
and Buffy kissed him at the junction of his neck and shoulders.
"I love you,
too."
Spike chuckled
lightly as he tightened his grip on her. "How did I live without this?"
he wondered aloud as he pressed gentle kisses against her hair.
"I was asking
myself the same thing," Buffy admitted. Slowly, she pulled up, a small
grin tugging at her mouth.
"So how about
you show me that bed of yours, huh?"
Spike grinned
back. "More than happy to oblige, pet."

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Spike's bedroom
was just as gorgeous as everything else she'd seen of his house, and Buffy took
it all in with wide eyes. The centerpiece of the room was a huge four-poster
bed, done in red and black.
"Like it, pet?"
Spike asked as he came up behind her, noticing where her eyes were directed.
"Mmm�yeah,"
Buffy replied, leaning into Spike and reaching up to wrap her arm around him.
"Looks like a place I could stay for a while."
"Good,
because I don't plan to let you out of it for quite some time," Spike
said, thrusting his rapidly-reemerging erecting against her bottom.
Buffy arched her
neck as she put her hand against the back of his head, guiding him down to kiss
her. Spike did so without hesitation, his tongue delving into her mouth,
tasting her.
Needing to breathe
again, Buffy broke away from Spike's lips and turned back around to face him.
His hair was mussed from her fingers, his eyes dark with desire, and the sight
of him made her tremble. He'd refastened his pants before they'd come into the
house, but his shirt was still open, giving Buffy a glimpse of his chest. She
was unable to keep herself from rubbing her hands down his taut skin, her nails
raking across the muscles of his abdomen.
She looked up at
him with an impish grin as her hands stopped at the waistband of his pants.
Spike looked down at her, eyebrow raised as if in challenge, and Buffy had
never been one to back away from a challenge. She cupped his erection in her
hand, molding the leather over his skin as she squeezed just hard enough to
make him groan.
"You like
that, baby?" Buffy asked as she continued to massage his cock through his
pants.
"God, yes�
Buffy�" Spike moaned, thrusting his hips slightly.
Buffy grinned at
him before she fell to her knees, making Spike suck in a breath of
anticipation. She opened his pants, then reached in to pull his cock out into
her hands and stroked it firmly. Spike looked down at her, his eyes locking
with hers.
"I wonder if
you taste as good as I remember," Buffy said teasingly as she ran her
finger along the large vein of his cock.
"Only one way
to find out," Spike replied, his tongue curling behind his teeth.
Buffy responded by
licking the underside of his cock before swirling her tongue around the head
and bringing it into her mouth. Spike cried out in pleasure, his hand coming
down to grip her shoulder to keep himself steady.
It had been years
since she'd done this, but it seemed as familiar as ever now, the taste, the
scent of him awakening something inside of her she'd had to keep dormant for
three long years. She took him into her mouth hungrily, moaning with delight as
his cock slid in and out of her mouth. It amazed her to realize how much she'd missed this. Spike's entire body
trembled as he fought to keep control enough to at least stay upright, and the
only sounds coming from him were incoherent grunts and groans. She loved that
she could do this to him, could make his entire world centered on the wet heat
of her mouth.
Spike opened his
eyes and looked down to meet Buffy's gaze again. She grinned around his cock
before she took him as far down her throat as she could and moaned. Spike
gasped, knowing if he didn't stop her now, he was going to finish before he
wanted things to be over.
As much as he'd
always loved coming in her mouth, he wanted to come inside of her pussy again.
He'd spent too much time denied that. He pulled himself out of Buffy's mouth,
the pout she gave him in response almost enough to make him lose control and
thrust right back inside. Instead, he pulled her back to her feet and kissed
her until she was panting.
"Get on the
bed, luv," Spike said, his voice rough with
passion.
Buffy immediately
did as he asked, lying on her back with one leg propped up and her head turned
towards him. "You gonna join me?" she asked.
Spike took in the
sight of her and shivered. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be," he
replied before he stalked towards the bed and climbed on top of her.
Buffy curled her
leg around his as he kissed her, his hand trailing up the bottom of her dress
to stroke her wet folds. Suddenly, Spike sat up on his knees, and the eyes he
turned on her now were almost black with passion.
"I want you
naked," he told her, his tongue coming out to run sensuously over his
lips.
He didn't have to tell
Buffy twice� She scooted back far enough that she could sit up, undid the back
of her dress, then pulled it up over her head, leaving
her clad in nothing but her boots. Spike lifted one of her legs, running his
hand down its leather casing. "You wore these for me, didn't you,
kitten?"
Buffy nodded.
"I know how much they turn you on."
"They do,
pet. I always loved fucking you with your boots around my waist."
Buffy trembled at
his words and his voice. How did this man get so incredibly sexy?
His hand went to
the zipper of her boot, and he slowly slid it down. "Though tonight, when
I make love to you, I don't want anything between us."
His tone had
become tender, his eyes showing both love and lust, and Buffy felt herself tear
up. She was so grateful for this second chance with him, grateful that the
mistakes they'd made the first time around hadn't ruined everything they had
between them.
Once Spike had
removed her shoes, he stood up long enough to strip off his own clothes, then joined Buffy on the bed, covering her body with his.
"I love you
so much, Buffy," he whispered against her ear before kissing her gently
against her jaw.
"I love you,
too," Buffy replied, running her hands across his back.
Spike pulled up
enough to look into her eyes as he slid inside of her, filling her again. Buffy
gasped in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him
closer.
She didn't think she could ever have him close
enough�
He leaned in and
captured her mouth again, kissing her slowly as he steadily pumped his hips. He
was surrounded by her, drowning in her,
and still he wanted more. He never wanted to stop touching her, never wanted to
have her ripped away from him again.
With her touch,
she made him whole.
Time lost its
meaning as they moved, bodies writhing in perfect rhythm. They stayed locked in
a sensual embrace, knowing nothing but each other until pleasure came crashing
down and washed over them together.

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