One Last Time | By : TheChosen Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: Buffy, Spike, and all other characters related to BTVS or Angel are owned and created by someone other than me. I only use them to fulfill my sick, sick fantasies
Premise:
Takes place a few days after “Get it Done,” When Buffy visited those creepy guys that created the first Slayer. A little distracted, Buffy takes a big hit in a fight with some demons and Spike kills off the one that hurt her. This is what happens later on that night (after the fight that I just fictitiously created).
Spike follows Buffy through her second floor hallway as she’s about to enter her room. He’s still pissed off about what she said about him in front of the whole gang and the potentials the other night.
“Is that what you wanted pet? A nice kill to get your juices flowing? Well I did it for you…I saved your ass again, and what do I get? Is there someone or some THING left that you haven’t humiliated me in front of?
“Spike…don’t do that. It’s been a crazy day for all of us. And don’t forget that I have saved your ass on more than one occasion- that is, if we’re keeping score here”
Spike begins to get angry and grabs her arm “Do I get a “thank you Spike”? Do I get even a WORD of gratitude? No…instead you just treat me like your bitch in front of the others.
Buffy sighs in slight annoyance, “Okay…you don’t feel appreciated- I get that- but now is not the time to start this. There’s too much going on and now is not the time to do this. We can discuss another time.”
“No, because you don’t treat me like a man anymore, not now, now that I have a soul. In fact, love, I think you miss the demon in me. You said it before, I was a better fighter then…I know that. I don’t relish the fight like I use to. The guilt in me…it’s there, all the bloody time. I can’t help that, now I know why Angel was such a bloody fool…but you can help me.” Spike vamps out and grabs a tighter hold of Buffy’s arm.
“No, I can’t Spike. I can’t help the guilt go away. I can’t do anything for you.”
“But you can Slayer, There’s a lot you can do ”
While the grin on his vamp face grows ever wider he begins to eye Buffy from top to bottom. The malicnessness, the lust, the greed- they all come back at that moment and he remembers what it felt like before he had a soul. For that moment he doesn’t care about the price, all he can think of is how much this woman pisses him off and how much he wants her. His eyes fall to her tiny little waist, to her breasts, to her neck- damn it makes him angry that he wants her so bad, that he wants her like he did that first time when they didn‘t think about what the consequences for their actions were. He pulls her into her bedroom and locks the door behind them.
Buffy starts to squirm from his grip but it’s obvious that she’s not really trying to get away. She’s the fucking slayer and if she wanted him to let her go, believe me, she could have done it. She doesn’t though. She understands what he’s feeling, but can’t give in to it. His face, so close to hers is driving her crazy. His grip is getting loose and he’s starting to caress her arm and all she can think about is all of the times they did it. That first time, with walls crashing all around them and ceilings caving in- she’d never been so hungry for it. She didn’t love him them, it’s was all about the pain, and getting rid of it. Spike took it all away. He made her forget -for those long, long hours- everything that was destroying her then. And now, that she does love him, will she deny him?
“I can’t help you Spike. I can’t. I have to do what’s best for the others. I can’t focus my attention on you. The first is here. It’s been in my house. I need to be ready. Ready to fight…to battle. There’s a war coming and I’m the only person who can fight it. I don’t have time to play psychiatrist to the undead.”
Spike pulls her in close to him now, his vamp face gone, and starts to caress her more gently.
“You’re not alone Buffy, and you can’t do this alone- But you will not shut me out. You will hear what I’ve got to say.”
“What you’ve got to say? And what’s that. That we should just spend our time doing it while the world around us falls apart? This can’t help the situation Spike. I know what you want…but you didn’t see what’s coming. I did. I saw it- and it was big, and scary. Giles was right; we do not have time to be worried about our personal lives. I can't work myself up trying to sort out my feelings for you.”
“So you do feel something? I can see it in you’re eyes Slayer. You can’t hide it from me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed…the way you look at me. You said it yourself Buffy. You don’t want me to go. You NEED me here.”
Spike grabs Buffy and pulls her close to him until they couldn’t be any closer- his eyes staring right into hers with their lips almost touching, “You WANT me here Buffy-the question is- what do you want me for” He can feel her heart pulsing through her shirt, and he’s sure that she can feel what’s throbbing in his pants. He’s got his hand on the curve right above her ass and all he wants to do is strip her down and take her against the wall, but she pulls away.
“I do want you here Spike, and I do need you. I need you to fight. I need your strength. I do not need you getting all… mushy”
He’s laughing now watching her walk away from him. God he missed this game. He doesn’t even mind her walking away because the view from behind is so nice.
“Mushy? I don’t get “Mushy”? I’m just talking about something. I feel the spark, I know you feel it too I told you, I’m not dreaming about picket fences anymore love, but if this really is the end of the world this time why shouldn’t we at least die happy.
“How can you even say…”
“Listen. I’m not saying we don’t fight. Of course we fight. We go out there and give ‘em bloody hell for all we’re worth, and I think we can take them- but I don’t think you do Buffy, and if you think we’re going to lose this one…then I have to believe we might. It’s just all the more reason we don’t die celibate- especially since we’re so good at the other thing”
He grabs her again, but she recoils. The aggravation is obvious in his face.
“I never said we were going to lose…I just don’t know how we’re going to win. Besides, how do you know I haven’t been with anyone”?
This time he grabs her from behind as she’s trying to get away and wraps his arms around her waist. “Oh come on…who are you trying to fool. I hear you call my name at night in your sleep. You dream of me”
She tries to deny it, but it’s true. She does dream of him. Every night. She dreams of him touching her and loving her. She dreams of every moment they’ve ever spent together, and every time they’ve ever slept together, well- if you call THAT sleeping.
He starts to kiss her neck as his hands move up from her waist to her breasts. No bra. He can feel her nipples getting hard under her camisole as he rubs them between his fingers. He pulls the straps down and the shirt falls to her waist. Her skin is so soft and warm in his cold hands.
She turns around and looks in his eyes for a moment before pulling off his jacket and practically ripping his shirt off. She starts to kiss his chest and his neck and bites his skin ever so slightly. Damn she’s missed this. The bulge in his pants is getting bigger and she’s secretly enjoying the effect she has on him. She starts to rub the swell where his dick is, but realizes that she’s only torturing herself. Who’s she kidding; he has the same affect on her that she has on him.
Spike takes over and pulls her leather pants off revealing a sheer pink thong that reveals everything underneath; he starts to lick her already wet pussy right over her panties. He opens her legs further apart and starts to kiss the inside of her inner thigh. That’s when he loses it…Her moaning is driving him crazy and it’s taking all he can do to stop him from just banging her against the wall. He vamps out and bites the inside of her thigh slightly until the blood is trickling down her leg and starts to lick her from her ankle up to her knee, then from her knee to her thigh. She tastes so sweet in his mouth he can hardly stand it.
His tongue on her body is driving her crazy. She grabs him and pushes him on the bed and pulls his pants down to his ankles. She rips off her thong panties and straddles him on the bed in almost a full split- Moaning in delight. It has been so long since she had his dick in her that she has almost forgotten how good it feels. She starts to writhe and thrash her body above him at a quicker pace until she feels like she’s going to explode. Finally she reaches her climax in one strong thrust and collapses onto his chest with a smile on her face.
“Oh no …we’re not done yet. I’ve got to cum too love, so why don’t you flip yourself around and give me a good look at that tight ass of yours”
She turns around and he enters her doggy style, fucking her hard and fast while she screams out his name
“Mmmmm….Spike- this feels so good”
He gives her one final thrust and explodes inside of her with a shudder.
After they’re both spent they lay back on her bed for a moment. She doesn’t know what to say, so she doesn’t try. Why not one last time, besides- who knows what’s going to happen. Buffy gets up, grabs a towel and tells spike that she’s going to wash up before going to sleep. She opens her door and standing outside her bedroom is the entire gang- Dawn, Willow, Anya, potentials, all staring back at her in shock.
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