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Don't Say Anything	By : dfasgiles Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Buffy felt Spike's arm wrap around
her as she settled onto the cot with him. It felt wonderfully...safe.
It was
what she needed tonight: to feel safe, to feel stable in a chaotic
universe. In
Buffy's best recollection, Spike was the only one capable of giving her
that
focused stability when things got really bad.
He had also been the
one to rip
the rug out from under her when she hadn't been expecting it.
But, that was
before he had a
soul, she reminded herself. He has a soul, now, and he has
been nothing
but gentle--even nice. Give the guy a break. He's probably been
through
more in his unlife than you could ever know.
She absently stroked
the arm he
had around her middle as she thought of his history with women. It was
a lot
like her history with men, but even worse. He'd experienced nothing but
rejection
from every woman he'd ever loved, excepting the one who was certifiably
loony,
and even she had turned her back on him eventually. That had to
do
wonders for his self esteem--not.
Making a decision,
she turned her
way over to face him in the small space she occupied on the cot. His
eyes had
been closed, but they opened at her movement toward him.
"Trouble sleeping,
Luv?"
he asked, touching the hair at her temple. "Quite a day you're facing
tomorrow."
That took her back a
bit. He was
right about tomorrow, but she hadn't even been thinking of it. That
confirmed
in her mind that he was nothing but good for her--had been
nothing but
good for her since his most recent return to Sunnydale--and that made
her
resolve even stronger to carry out her decision.
"Yeah, big day," she
agreed, tracing a finger in unpredictable patterns on his chest. She
inched
toward him, her mouth just a hair's breadth from his. "Might die,"
she whispered.
"Don't say that," he
said. "You've come this far. You'll make it. You always do."
She shrugged, not
taking her eyes
or her fingers from the invisible designs on his chest. "Maybe."
He tucked his chin in
a bit.
"Are you okay, Buffy?" He put a hand on her cheek, moving her eyes up
to his. "What are you on about?"
"I'm not sure how to
answer
either of those questions," she told him, her eyes shining in the dim
light sneaking through the foundation windows near the basement
ceiling.
"The only thing I'm sure of right now is you. Everything else--everyone
else--seems unclear...unreliable."
He just stared at
her, blinking a
couple of times, waiting for her to continue.
"What you did for me
the
other night," she said, "that was very thoughtful."
"Meant every word of
it."
She nodded. "I know.
That's
why it meant so much to me. We never did get to finish talking
about
that."
"I thought we were
going to
wait to talk about it until after."
She shook her head.
"That's
just it, Spike. One or both of us might not see the after--if there
even is
one." She lowered her eyes again.
"Hey," he said,
tilting
her head up once more. "There's going to be an after. Don't know how
I know it, but I do. All right?"
She nodded slowly,
unconvincingly.
"What do you want me
to say,
Buffy?"
She didn't answer for
a minute.
Then, she looked down and back up at him. "I don't want you to say
anything."
He raised his scarred
eyebrow at
her.
"I want you to do
something." She reached for the back of his head, pulling his lips to
hers.
He enjoyed the kiss
briefly but
pulled away...eventually. "Buffy..."
She shook her head.
"Don't.
Don't...say...anything." She kissed him. "Just kiss me. Love
me, William. Love me with your soul."
His heart leapt--beat
or no--at
her words. Afraid of losing the moment, he banished all hesitation to
comply
with her requests. He nearly whimpered, taking her hair gently in his
hand and
opening his mouth over hers, caressing her willingly open lips with his
tongue
before plunging it deeper to explore her sweet mouth.
Her answering cry was
a quiet gasp
as she entangled her fingers in his curly locks. She returned his kiss
avidly,
exploring him with equal fascination. Her hands began to pull at the
bottom of
his shirt, finally freeing it from the waistband of his jeans.
Taking his cue from
her, he
slipped his hands under the soft, cotton jersey fabric of which her top
was
made. He tickled his fingers up the muscles of her back, taking hold of
her
shoulders to massage there, finding with delight that she was going
braless.
She was so damned sexy.
Her hands splayed on
his tight,
ripply muscled stomach, only to work their way up to his firm but
squeezable
pecs. After much indulgent kneading of the muscles there, she drew all
ten
fingers in to tantalize each of his nipples before giving them a
simultaneous
pinch.
He arched into her,
then gathered
her close to him. "Vixen."
She pulled away from
him and put a
finger to his lips. "Shhhh....No talking." She replaced her finger
with a short, sweet kiss, then stood up and reached her hands out to
him.
He took them and let
her pull him
to a standing position beside the cot with her.
She again took hold
of the bottom
of his shirt, pulling it slowly up his torso and over his head. Tossing
it on
the floor, she turned back to him and splayed her hands across his
chest,
bestowing soft kisses across his pecs.
He closed his eyes,
tipping his
head back and breathing deeply, his nostrils flaring.
She took the hint and
moved her
kisses to his throat, sucking gently at the hollow just below his
Adam's apple
before moving around to the base of his jugular where she new he liked
to get
sucked.
He groaned, grabbing
her hair and
bringing her lips to his, kissing her hard. His hands went to the
inside of her
bit of a top and slid it up her ribcage, slowing as he dragged the
fabric up
the sides of her breasts.
She moaned into his
mouth before
pulling out of the kiss to lift her arms over her head.
He gave her one more
short kiss on
the lips before pulling her top completely off her, tossing it absently
somewhere behind her. He ran his hands down her arms, only to slip them
down
her ribs to her waist, following the path with his eyes.
"You are
magnificent,"
he told her.
She cleared her
throat, and he
looked up to see a familiar tilt of her head and purse of her lips.
"Right. No talking.
Sorry.
William's a bad boy," he teased before suddenly taking one of her
breasts
into his mouth, suckling it like a baby.
"Ng-oh, God..." The
words slipped out as she clung to him for balance.
He continued to nurse
at her
breast, slowly brushing the fingers of one hand up her ribs to feather
at the
side of the breast he was sucking, his other hand busying itself
kneading her
other breast.
She thought she was
going to turn
into a puddle if they kept this up much longer. Grabbing his belt
loops, she
pulled him toward the bed and started to sit down.
He grabbed her by the
upper arms
to stop her. Kneeling before her, he reached for the button of her
jeans and
undid it, bestowing a kiss on the newly exposed skin before slowly
lowering the
tab of her zipper to the bottom of her fly. He looked to her for
approval. At
her nod, he looped his thumbs in her double waistband of panties and
jeans and
slid them slowly over her hips, watching the tantalizingly slow
revelation of
her flesh before him.
Her remaining
clothing finally
pooled at her feet, she stepped out of the puddle, never taking her
eyes from
his.
He stood up slowly,
bestowing
kisses every step of the way, but stubbornly missing the one spot she
wanted
him to give attention to the most. Always the tease.
Smiling at him with
her full lips
and sparkling eyes, she wrapped her arms around his back, sliding her
hands
down the cool, taut skin as she slid her body down his front to kneel
before
him. Bringing her hands around to his front, she unbuckled and
unbuttoned him,
then held the newly separated fabric apart with her hands as she gave
the newly
revealed flesh a quick flick with her tongue.
He let out a growling
cry as he
wound his hands in her golden hair.
She moved her hands
to his zipper,
giving the tab a little tap downward before tucking her hands inside
the
opposing flaps of his fly and easing the zipper apart with the push of
her
fingers against the denim. She dipped one hand just a little below the
bottom
of his now-open fly to cup around the hard, round tip of his erection
before
sliding her hands back out of his jeans to pull his last article of
clothing
down with the force from the heels of her hands.
He kicked out of the
jeans, then
grabbed her shoulders, gathering her fiercely to his body to hold her
tightly
against him. He nuzzled at her neck, his unnecessary breaths coming
quickly and
heavily against her hair. He moved them toward the bed, then stopped
when they
were touching the cool, smooth aluminum of the cot's frame.
He cupped his hand to
the top of
her cheek, tucking some hair behind her ear with the back of his hand.
He
searched her eyes, then leaned in slowly to give her a long, lingering
kiss.
His hands moved to her shoulder blades to knead their way down her back
to rest
on her buttocks. Caressing gently at the supple flesh there, he pulled
her
gently against him, slowly moving his hips against hers.
Her hands moved to
squeeze his
buttocks, returning the movement of his hips with her own stimulating
pattern.
Her hands ran up his back, feather light until they reached the
juncture of his
neck and shoulders, where she gave a firm caress before moving her
hands back
down to his nice, firm rear end.
Unable to stand it
anymore, he
turned toward the cot with her back to it, giving her shoulders a
gentle
downward pressure until she sat on the edge of the makeshift bed. He
gently
eased her down to the bed, and she scooted back against the wall and
reached
her arms out to him. He sat on the edge of the cot, facing her, then
lifted his
legs onto the bed and moved happily into her waiting embrace.
For a long time, they
just held
each other, savoring the luxury of feeling each other's skin together
again. So
much had changed since the last time they'd been together, and each was
envisioning what better things those changes would bring this
time...and for
the future, should there be one.
The hand that had
been idly
stroking his back and shoulders gave a gentle tug and pulled him toward
her.
She tipped her head to accept his kiss, tightening her embrace as they
came
together.
His arms wrapped
around her waist
and drew their lower bodies together gently but firmly.
His arousal pressed
with a
wonderful firmness against her inner upper thighs, and she squirmed in
response, consequently rubbing their bodies together with tantalizing
friction.
Her hands moved up and down, squeezing at his upper arms, cherishing
the
contours of his musculature.
His hands gripped her
waist, his
thumbs caressing her there, as she explored him with her hands. She had
never
been this attentive--had always lain back and let him do all the
work--so he decided
it was his turn to lie back and enjoy the moment. Not that he planned
to
refrain from letting his hands and mouth do a little roaming of their
own, of
course. He just figured on letting her have a turn for once. She seemed
to want
it, and he was never one to deny a lady--well, not when it was good for
him.
She rolled him onto
his back,
following him over. She kissed his forehead, each cheek, his lips, each
edge of
his collarbones, then suckled a bit at each nipple. He arched his back,
hissing, as she took his left nipple into her mouth and gently worried
it
between her teeth. His hands came up to massage the hair at her temples
in wide
circles.
Smiling against his
skin, she took
her kisses to the center of his chest, working her way slowly down the
inverted
ridge at the middle of his torso. She stopped briefly to lave at his
navel
before continuing her trail of kisses even lower.
She felt him suck in
his stomach
in anticipation as she got closer to her goal. It was a heady feeling,
this
talent she had for making a vampire gasp for breath.
She didn't stop when
she got to
his pubic hair. She kissed her way through it until she reached the
base of his
penis. She moved her hands to the bed on either side of his hips as he
arched
toward her, letting her mouth do all the work.
She kissed and licked
her way
toward the head of his shaft and had him writhing underneath her, his
hands
clenching bunches of blanket. She was amazed at how well he was
following her
rule of no talking. He was making plenty of noise, though, and that
gave her a
definitely potent feeling. She had never been able to do this well
enough to
get any other guy to react so strongly. Of course, that probably had
something
to do with the fact that he was the only guy who had ever taken the
time and
had the patience to instruct her in the art. It made her ridiculously
happy,
now, whenever she got him off this way. She enjoyed giving back as good
as he
gave to her--and she had a lot of making up to do for the things he did.
Her mouth reached the
glans of his
penis, and she circled the ridge with her tongue, flicking it back and
forth a
few times over the cleft on the underside. He hissed in another breath,
crying
out as he thrust his hips up to her. She moaned in agreement, then
sucked the
head of his penis into her mouth.
He let out an
open-mouthed groan
through gritted teeth, and his hips began a steady thrusting into her
mouth.
She placed firm, steadying hands on his hipbones, pressing him back
into the
cot. She looked up at him, then, and he met her eyes. That was when she
started
to move her mouth up and down on him, making sure each stroke of her
lips
popped over the ridge of his glans.
He cried out, then,
almost as if
he was in pain. He'd never reacted that strongly to her before, and it
only spurred
her on to move her mouth faster and to suck harder. She slid her hands
down to
his outer thighs, squeezing them with every few downstrokes of her
mouth.
When his body
stiffened and
started to tremble, she took one hand from his thigh and cupped his
sac, then
took as much of his length into her mouth as she could, still sucking
hard.
That's when he lost
it. His body
convulsing violently, he wound his hands in her hair, crying out with
each
thrust of his hips as he filled her mouth with his cold semen. She
drank it
down greedily, licking the remnants off the tip, causing him to gasp
and
tremble in response.
She slinked up his
body like a cat
on the prowl, grinning mischievously at him as he looked at her in
wonder. When
she reached his mouth, she kissed him, her tongue stroking across his.
He shook with an
emotion stronger
than anything he'd felt their previous times together. He'd thought
he'd loved
her then, but now he loved her with his soul, just as she'd asked him
to do.
He took hold of her
and rolled her
onto her back, never breaking their kiss. His lips caressed over hers,
then
slid toward the hinge of her jaw and down her neck to suck gently at
her
shoulder. He could hear and smell the increase of blood flow through
her
jugular, and that excited him all the more.
He moved down her
body a slight
ways and took her breasts in his hands, massaging them gently as he
lowered his
mouth to one nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he suckled gently,
laving at her
with his tongue, then nibbling lightly at the tip. She arched into him,
whereupon he took as much of her breast as would fit in his mouth and
sucked
hard.
She cried and gasped,
her hips
beginning an undulating motion against him of their own volition. Her
hands
tangled in his hair, then grabbed his shoulders, his back, and his
buttocks
randomly, attempting to touch all of him at once.
He moved his mouth to
lick at the
crease underneath her breast, then kissed the underside before moving
up to her
clean-shaven underarm to suck the tender skin there into his mouth. She
inhaled
sharply, probably from surprise, as he'd never bestowed that particular
pleasure on her before now.
His mouth traveled
from her
underarm up the mound of her breast to plant a kiss on the nipple, a
kiss
between her breasts, a kiss at the tip of the other breast, then down
the other
side. By this time, her chest was heaving, thrusting her breasts high
with each
intake of breath.
He formed a trail of
kisses down
her middle to stop at her navel. He squeezed the sides of her abdomen
together
until her navel became a deeper hole, then thrust his tongue in and out
of the
opening there. She began to writhe.
He smiled to himself,
then worked
his way lower until he found her flooded, swollen labia. "Mm, mm,
mm," he murmured, then licked the surface with a long stroke of his
tongue.
"God, Spike,
please..."
He looked up at her.
"No
talking, Luv, remember?"
He slid his hands
under her
buttocks, grabbing hold of them in a tight squeeze, then lifted her up
to his
eager mouth. He urged her labia apart with a gentle side-to-side
movement of
his face, then licked the deeper recesses of the hot, wet area
surrounding her
opening. When his tongue reached the apex of the area, he flicked it
and felt
her clitoris instantly spring to life. He took it into his mouth,
flicking it
back and forth with his tongue as he sucked with his lips. When her
hips
started to buck in rhythm, he stopped just long enough to bring his
hand down
to insert two fingers into her slick passage. The thrust of his fingers
countered her rhythm, pressing in as she pushed, pulling slightly out
as she
relaxed. Her breath began to come in panting gasps, which quickly
became
breathy cries. She thrust her hips hard and slow three times, crying
out each
time, then collapsed against the cot.
He pulled his fingers
out, then,
bestowing one last kiss on her sensitized clitoris before backing away
from
her. He made sure she was looking at him, then took his fingers into
his mouth,
sucking her juices from them. "Mmmmm...."
She grabbed him by
the sides of
the head, pulling him up to her, and kissed him soundly, eager to taste
herself
on his lips. She reached down with searching hands, finally finding and
grasping his renewed erection in her hand. She guided him to her
opening and
arched her hips in a silent plea.
Trembling, he entered
her slowly,
burying himself to the hilt inside her. They lay still in each other's
embrace
for a moment, looking into each other's eyes. Then he began to move
inside her
slowly. Their breathing came in unison, as did the grunts and moans
that
accompanied each of his strokes.
A sense of urgency
eventually
drove them to a faster rhythm, until he was pressing her so hard and
fast into
the cot that its legs were scraping on the cement floor of the basement.
With a few final
grunts and cries,
they came together in a pleasure that was pure and explosive. He held
her close
as he trembled, his body lurching as his cum released inside her in
cold
bursts. He collapsed on top of her, then, and she stroked his hair and
back.
"May I speak, now?"
he
finally managed, still breathing hard.
She chuckled. "Sure,"
she said, continuing to stroke his hair, enjoying the fact that it
wasn't all
slimy with sweat like a human male's would be after sex.
He lifted his head
and rested his
chin on his arms, which were crossed over her chest. "You...are...amazing,"
he said at last. "And I love you. I always will. No matter what
happens."
She favored him with
her best
smile and squeezed him tightly. "You were pretty amazing, too." She
looked away briefly, blushing slightly, then said, "and, I love you,
too."
WE CAN ONLY HOPE THIS ISN'T THE END!
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