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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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Buffy smiled contentedly as she lay in
Spike's arms, silk sheets pulled up around them. Her body still hummed with the
afterglow of what they'd just shared, and she couldn't remember a time in the
past three years when she'd been happier.
Spike's fingers ran through her hair, and
she arched into his touch like a cat, her chin nuzzling his chest. "Do you
have anywhere to be tomorrow?" Spike asked her, the vibrations from his
voice rumbling through Buffy.
"No." Buffy
looked up, meeting Spike's eyes. "Can I stay here?"
"Do you want to?"
Buffy nodded. "I do."
"Well, that's a relief, because it
would've been a bloody hassle to have to keep you tied to the bed all
day." He smirked. "Though I wouldn't mind it for a
little while."
"I wouldn't mind either," Buffy
replied with a giggle.
Spike's hand moved from her hair to her
cheek, and he tilted her face up, meeting her eyes in the dim light of his
bedroom. "I can't believe you're really here, pet. I keep expecting to
wake up, or just have you dissolve or something."
"I know." Buffy smiled softly at
him. "It feels like the best dream I've had in three years." She
yelped as she felt Spike's other hand reach around and pinch her on the bottom.
"Hey! What was that for?"
"To check and see if this was a dream."
"You're supposed to pinch yourself for
that."
Spike grinned. "Yeah, but your arse is
just so bloody pinchable." To emphasize his
point, he pinched it again.
"Spike! Stop that," Buffy said, though the corner of her lips were twitching as she fought to keep from
smiling.
"Make me," Spike said, his eyebrow
raised in challenge.
"Oh, I can make you," Buffy
replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes before she attacked his sides,
tickling him as he squirmed to get away.
"Oi now! That's not fair," Spike said between laughs.
"It is so fair," Buffy insisted,
her tickling continued.
"Oh yeah," Spike replied before
coming after her, tickling Buffy's sides as well.
"Hey! Now that's not fair," Buffy cried out as she tried in vain to
escape his fingers.
"All's fair in love and war and all
that rot, pet," Spike replied, his tickling continuing.
"That so?" Buffy asked before she suddenly broke free of Spike
and slipped under the sheets.
"What are you�"
Spike stopped short when he felt her warm mouth surrounding him. "Okay,
now that's cheating."
Buffy's head popped back out. "Does
that mean you want me to stop?"
"Oh no. By all means, carry on."
Buffy ducked out of sight again, and Spike
groaned as her mouth resumed its task, one hand twisting the base of his cock
while the other squeezed his balls. She'd always been good at this, and Spike
noted she hadn't lost her touch by falling out of practice. Within minutes, he
was fighting the urge to come again, despite the fact
he already had twice that night.
Spike lifted the sheet up, almost wishing
for a moment that he hadn't, since the sight of what she as doing made staying
in control even more difficult. He took a deep, shuddering breath, then tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up at him, mouth
still wrapped around his cock, and he had to thrust into her one more time
before he said, "Get up here and ride me, kitten."
More than happy to oblige, Buffy slid up the
length of his body then sat up so she was straddling his waist. She swirled her
thumb around the tip of his cock, a smirk on her face as she looked up and
asked him, "Does this thing ever get tired?"
"Not when you're around," Spike
replied. "Now hop on."
Buffy chuckled, but didn't protest, as ready
to have Spike inside of her as he was to be inside. She lowered herself onto
his erection, moaning as he filled her to the hilt, stretching her to her
limits.
As soon as she'd adjusted, Buffy started
moving, not bothering to start out slow and languid. She wanted to drive Spike
over the edge, wanted to prove to herself just how
wild she could still make him. Buffy squeezed his cock rhythmically with her
internal muscles as she rode him, loving the sounds it wrested from him.
She leaned forward, her hips still pumping as
she licked up his chest and neck to his ear. She nibbled on the lobe before she
whispered, "Like that, baby?"
"God
yes," Spike groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet hers. "Fuck�you're so bloody good."
His words filled her with a sense of
feminine pride, assuring her that he hadn't found something he liked better in
the years they'd been apart. She sat back up, scraping her nails along his
chest as she did.
Then, a wicked thought popped into her head,
and Buffy couldn't help but act on it.
Spike's eyes flew open as Buffy began
tickling his sides yet again. "Oi now!"
Buffy giggled, then
feigned innocence. "What?" she asked, her expression puzzled.
"Oh, now you've asked for it,
missy," Spike replied before flipping them over. He pinned Buffy's hands
above her head with one of his as he began to pound into her hard.
"Oh god,"
Buffy groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head at the strength of his
thrusts.
"Like that, don't you," Spike
said, his voice deep and husky.
"Yeah� Spike!" Buffy shouted his
name as he pushed in deeper, hitting her just right.
Suddenly, he stilled, and Buffy blinked,
trying to discern through her lust-filled haze what had just happened.
"Huh?"
Spike smirked down at her. "It looked
like you were about to come, luv. Not sure I should let that happen, you being
such a bad girl with the tickling and all."
Buffy pouted. "But I wanna."
Any willpower Spike may have had to tease
her disappeared the moment she pouted, and he resumed his hard, deep thrusts.
Buffy grunted beneath him, her body taut as her orgasm rapidly approached.
Spike reached between them with his free
hand and twisted her clit, giving Buffy the last little push she needed. She
screamed his name when she came, her body spasming uncontrollably beneath him
as the feel of her pussy squeezing his cock like a vice pulled Spike over with
her.
Finally, he collapsed on top of her, sated.

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When she woke, Buffy had a smile on her
face. Sunlight trickled in through the blinds, and Buffy's smile grew as she
watched Spike sleep.
She felt�calm.
The pain and anguish she'd felt spending three years away from Spike was over
now, and she was back in his arms where she belonged. Buffy stretched, wincing
at the soreness she felt, but welcoming the ache at the same time. It was a
tangible reminder of what had gone on the night before, and she couldn't find
anything but joy in that.
Soon, Spike's eyes fluttered open as well,
and a smile came to his own lips as he saw her. "Mornin', cutie," he
said, his voice husky from sleep.
"Mornin', sexy," Buffy replied,
making Spike smile more.
Spike brushed Buffy's hair away from her
face. "Last night was�well, I don't think there's a word strong enough.
Having you back� This means everything to me."
"Me, too," Buffy told him.
"I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too." Spike
kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger against her skin for a moment
before he pulled away. "I won't do anything to chase you away again."
"Spike, you didn't�"
He put a finger to her lips, silencing her.
"It wasn't all you, pet. I spent a long time being angry with you. It was
easier that way, easier than letting myself hurt as much as I wanted to. But
the blame for our break-up doesn't rest all on your shoulders, and I don't want
you to think you've got to carry it. I was an alcoholic, Buffy, and I was
acting like a complete arsehole. My drinking was
completely out of hand, and the way I acted with that bloke at the hospital was
inexcusable."
"But I ruined things when I made you
leave," Buffy said, her voice small.
"They were already buggered. We
probably could've fixed things, but neither one of us was trying." Spike
ran his hand down her cheek. "As much as it hurt, maybe we needed some
time apart. Maybe three years was a bit excessive, but I doubt we'll ever take
what we have for granted again."
Spike wiped away the tear that ran down
Buffy's face. "I know with blinding clarity what life without you is like
now. And yeah, I made it through these past three years, but I really don't
want to live the rest of my life so�"
"Empty?" Buffy supplied for him
when he trailed off.
He smiled softly at her. "Yeah,
empty."
"Like�like there was just nothing in the spot where your heart
should be."
"Yeah, like that." Spike cupped
Buffy's face in his hands, looking at her for a moment with an intensity that
made her tremble. Then, he was kissing her, healing her with his mouth.
Healing them both.
Soon, Spike rolled her over and pushed
inside of her body, needing more contact than just the kiss. Buffy winced,
still sore from the vigorous activities from the night before after so many
years with nothing, but she didn't protest. Instead, she wrapped him in her
arms and held him close as Spike slid in and out of her with shallow thrusts.
He was careful with her, aware of her tender
state, and kept their lovemaking gentle, easy. Buffy gasped and sighed beneath
him with pleasure, her hands caressing the muscles of his back as they flexed
under her touch.
They kissed again, their tongue dueling in
an attempt to mimic the action of the lower halves of their bodies, making
Buffy feel light-headed. Everything with Spike had always been so raw, so
passionate, and even this soft morning lovemaking was no exception. Spike felt so much, and he poured it all into
every touch, breaking down all her carefully-constructed walls until she was as
lost in emotion as he was.
Their mouths broke apart, and Spike buried
his face in the crook of her neck, the motion of his hips gaining speed, though
he was still careful not to hurt her. Buffy's hand slid up to rest at the back
of his head, stroking his soft hair as she turned to whisper in his ear all the
things she didn't want to be afraid to say.
She
needed him.
She
loved him.
She
never wanted to let go again.
Spike groaned, his hips pitching forward,
then stilling as he shook above her in orgasm. The feel of him coming inside of
her was enough to push Buffy over as well, and she gasped his name as she came.
He rolled them over, cradling Buffy against
his chest as he stroked her back and hair with a shaky hand. "I didn't
hurt you, did I, luv?" he asked after taking a few moments to catch his
breath. "I could tell you were a little tender."
Buffy shook her head. "No, I'm okay. I
am a little achy though. We really went at it like crazed weasels last
night."
Spike chuckled and kissed the top her head.
"We have three years to make up for."
"I know. And if it was up to me, we'd
have non-stop sex for days, but I don't think that's humanly possible."
Buffy paused, her nose wrinkling. "And I'm all sticky."
"Well, I can take care of the sticky
and the achy." Spike got up from the bed, making Buffy whimper in protest
until he picked her up and cradled her in his arms.
"Where are we going?" Buffy asked
as he carried her off.
Spike opened up a door on the far side of
the room and pointed inside. "There."
Buffy's eyes followed his finger to the
large, Jacuzzi tub in his very nice bathroom. "Ooo�I
like," Buffy said, grinning.
"I thought you would. Now come on,
let's get you all nice and cleaned up."

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To answer two questions posed numerous times
in reviews:
Yes, Buffy is still on the Pill. Why didn't
she go off it after three years of abstinence? Well, I put it in as a plot
device so I wouldn't have to have them reaching for condoms every single time
they have sex in the first place, and honestly, I didn't feel like removing
that plot device now. They are not in the point in their relationship where a
baby would be a good idea�something they're both aware of. Buffy clearly
prepared for the possibility of sex with Spike�no underwear, leather boots�so
let's go on the assumption she took care of the baby-making end of the act,
too.
As for paparazzi hiding in
the bushes outside his house� I'm
not saying it's impossible for them
to get a shot of his balcony, but the back of his house is high up and
overlooking a private beach. There aren't "bushes" right on the other
side of the balcony. Spike's not being reckless, he simply knows they'd have to
not only trespass onto private property, but they'd have to be very creative in
hiding with their cameras. And no, Eve wouldn't have hidden cameras around
either�as far as she knew when she went over there, she would be the one having sex with Spike that night, and she
certainly isn't going to risk a sex tape being leaked.
I hope that cleared everything up! Please
take a moment to review.
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