The Rose, Part 56 (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
Story: The Rose
Author: coalitiongirl
Chapter: 56
Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Completed? Updated most Tuesdays and Thursdays, and sometimes other times, too.
Pairings: Go here for the pairings list beyond Spike/Buffy. Consider them all spoilers, though.
Disclaimer: Characters and concepts belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The plot is my own.
Summary: The Watchers Academy- where young potential slayers and watchers go to train in demonology, magic, and combat so that they can someday fight vampires, demons, and the forces of evil. There are evil magic professors, a principal with a secret, and an unbreachable wall between the slayers and the watchers. And in the basement, imprisoned vampires scheme and dream of destroying them all...
Reference Charts
Previous Chapters
Notes: Thank you all again for your feedback and support- it really does mean the world to me! :) This chapter is something I don't usually do, but I have kept you (and Spike and Buffy) waiting 55 chapters for it, and since I won't be able to do much like this after the summer ends, think of it as one last long-awaited hurrah. :D The next two chapters are written, and I promise the story will resume after this not-so-brief interlude.
Banner made by the talented amyxaphania . :)
There was a brief moment when all she could do was stare. He was here, so close, nothing keeping them apart for the first time since they’d met. And she was suddenly unnerved by the whole situation.
“Buffy?” His voice was as low as a whisper, still pained- though his health seemed much improved- and he pulled himself up to lean heavily against the wall. “C’mere.”
She did, of course, stepping around the desk in the center of the room and moving tentatively toward the bed where he waited, an expectant expression on his face. She paused in front of him, forcing a smile onto her face. “You look good.”
He quirked an eyebrow, and then he was pulling her closer, cool lips covering her own so quickly that she nearly toppled over in surprise and barely managed to collapse beside him on the bed instead. He rolled over so that he was on top of her, brushing a kiss against her brow before he turned his attention back to her lips.
She closed her eyes, finally able to relax under his touch. Nothing had changed, not really. Not beyond the fact that no bars blocked them from touching each other and no Gunn prevented them from getting any closer. Not beyond the fact that he’d said that he loved her.
His mouth was on hers, teeth nipping and tugging at her lower lip and tongue running along it, and then instinct took over and she shoved him back against the wall, landing on his lap and smirking at the startled look on his face at her rough handling. She brushed open-mouthed kisses along the slope of his jaw, sucking at it with renewed energy, and finally settled back against his mouth to let her tongue do some exploration.
When she finally pulled away from him, he was wild-eyed and panting and she had a stupid grin plastered on her face. “Hi,” she whispered, a hand moving to rest over his chest. “How are you doing?”
He shook his head. “Better,” he said fervently. “How’d you get here?”
“Are you complaining?” she asked teasingly.
“Bloody right I am!” He fixed her with a mock-glare. “If I’d known you were coming, I would’ve asked you to bring me some smokes!”
“No smoking.” She wagged a finger at him, hitting his lips with each movement. “Those things could kill you.”
Spike gave her a dubious look. She reconsidered. “Well, kill me, anyway. Secondhand smoke? And it’d be like kissing an ashtray!”
“Wouldn’t want that,” Spike said dryly. “So how did you-“
"Webs told me that you were back here." She held up the key. “And Xander has Giles’s skeleton key. He took me down here. Did you know that you can get here through vents under the kitchen? It’s like a whole anthill thing.”
“Xander, eh? Knew there was a reason I kept him alive.”
She laid her head against his chest. “You’re such a liar.”
“Mm-hm.”
They fell into a comfortable silence, content to just be close, no battles or passion or enemies taunting them from the next cell over. And if Buffy had ever worried that she had little more than that passion with Spike, she wasn’t concerned anymore, not when being at peace beside him made her heart swell just as much as their longest battles did.
“You left,” he murmured finally.
“Huh?” She tilted her head upward in puzzled query.
“That day, with Dru?” Oh. That. “You left.”
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t come back.”
She sighed. “I was…it was stupid. I’m sorry.” She traced the planes of his chest, shuddering when she reached a jagged one that ran down the length of his body. “If I’d found out earlier, maybe I would have been able to stop this.”
He shook his head, smirking. “Probably not. But you would have been forced to sit down and listen to Gunn’s thousand reasons why potential/vampire relationships don’t work out.”
She slapped him gently on his wrist. “He gave me that one today. And it’s not funny.”
“I know.” Spike pulled her closer. “That wouldn’t be us, kitten.”
She shivered, and he grabbed the blanket from the bed to wrap it around her. “Did you know her- them? Did you know it was happening?”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “The girl…she was infatuated. Like your friend Faith. Some girls, they see the danger, the death, and they fall in love with it. Why do you think I get my own cheering squad and your friend Xander can’t get a date? Aside from my dashing good looks, of course.”
She smacked him. “Xander does too get dates. He and Faith are totally in love. And what are you saying? That I only like you because I like danger?”
"Nah, you like me because I'm a stallion in bed." He leered predictably, and she climbed off his lap, her cheeks crimson.
"I wouldn't know that, would I?" she asked, stretching, watching with amusement as Spike's eyes locked onto the expanse of skin between the bottom of her shirt and her waistline and glazed over. Oh, yeah. Two could play at that game.
Spike curled his tongue invitingly. "Care to rectify that, pet?"
It was her turn for her eyes to glaze over, and when he reached for her, she obliged, winding her hands around the back of his neck and pressing her lips to his, squeaking in surprise when Spike tackled her and proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of her.
"Mmph!" She tore her lips from his, laughing breathlessly. "Spike-" He moved to her neck, and she fell apart, her muscles turning to jelly under his ministrations. "Mm." She pulled him closer, nipping at the top of his earlobe playfully, and he bit down gently on her pulse point. "Oh!"
"Liked that, did you?" He had her pinned against the bed, legs bent between her own to spread them, a look of utter adoration on his face as he crouched down to her neck again.
She chewed harder on his earlobe. "More," she demanded, eyes glittering with barely contained lust.
He smirked. "I've got a better idea." Then smooth hands were sliding up under her shirt and she arched against him, moaning as he fixed his mouth on her bare stomach. He kissed a trail up to her navel, swirling his tongue within it, his laugh a deep rumble against her stomach when she giggled and squirmed away. "Ticklish, kitten?" He flicked his tongue out again, his kisses butterfly soft, sending slow chills up her spine.
There was a fire burning in her core, heat rising from somewhere so deep that she nearly choked at the energy behind it. Spike had reached the border below her breasts, the lacy bra she'd worn for the ages-ago party the only thing standing between them, and the flush of molten heat running between her legs grew as skilled fingers slid to the catch in the back and freed it. "Spike..."
His head popped up to regard her with concern. "Kitten?"
She wondered how she looked, flushed with his kisses, her top scrunched against her neck and her bra sliding off, closer to naked than she'd ever been with him before. But none of this came as a surprise, right? She'd known how this night would end the instant she'd seen him lying in an empty room with his wounds mostly healed. It was rare, if ever, that they could get time alone with each other. And that time was too valuable to waste.
Stolen moments. That was all they could be.
"Buffy." Now Spike had stopped completely and was sitting back up, looking worried. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She pulled herself up, too, unbothered by the way her bra slid down her arms as she straightened. "Come back to me."
Spike didn't budge. "Kitten, if this is too much for you..."
"No!" She took his face in her hands and drew it closer, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips. "It's not. I just...I wish we had more than this. Sitting in a prison together is our only chance to..." She hesitated, noticing for the first time that Spike had gotten her shirt off, and she was now completely topless. He shrugged sheepishly. "You know," she finished finally, arms crossing instinctively over her breasts.
He gently removed them, lowering his mouth to a nipple. "Make love?" he murmured against it. She shivered. "Is that what you want?" He sucked greedily at her breast, letting her thrash wildly underneath him and cry out with pleasure.
"Yes! Please, yes!" she whimpered, her legs moving up to clench around Spike's hips, grinding his hardness against her. His mouth continued working its magic on one breast while a hand moved to fondle the other, squeezing in time with his sucking and tugging at her nipple each time he paused. She writhed helplessly beneath him, sobbing out her pleasure as she came with a blinding force that tore over her and left her sightless, breathless, and screaming his name.
When she settled back down to earth, Spike was somewhere between her legs, lapping at her inner thighs- and when had he managed to divest her of the rest of her clothes?- with the fascination of a kitten with a saucer of milk. He grinned up at her, his face a mask of utter ecstasy.
She shook her head, narrowing her eyes at him. "Stop that."
He looked taken aback. "Why?" His long tongue swept over the inside of her thigh, and she felt a flash of heat building in her core again.
She shrugged. "It's...it's grossOH." Spike's tongue moved to press against her slit, wiggling down and inside. "Stop...please..."
"Hm?"
All the color in her face had been drained. "Don't stop..." she whispered, and when he latched his lips onto her clit, she let out a genuine howl, clamping her thighs around Spike's head and forcing him against her. He was moaning, too, equally pleased, and she flung her head back and drank in the pure pleasure washing over her.
A hand parted her legs again and a single finger crept within her, coolness immediately superseded by the overwhelming heat down there. She choked out a cry, feeling another chill enter her with a second finger. Spike stretched her slowly, gingerly, and she could only thrash against him wildly, faint discomfort drowned out by Spike's eager lips and hands.
He raised his head for a moment to regard her seriously, and she nearly struck him, the agony and frustration of nearly released pleasure leaving her uncontrollable. "Spike!"
He grinned, hands still pumping lazily within her. "Liked that, did you?" Unexpectedly, his thumb crashed down on her clit with painful force, releasing her from her moments in limbo so quickly that she had no warning when she came, crying and crying and utterly lost.
She didn't think she'd actually blacked out, but she had lost focus, and the moment the fuzziness subsided, she immediately sensed Spike wrapped around her back, brushing kisses against her shoulder. "'Lo, love," he murmured, arms sliding around her waist.
She twisted in his embrace to face him. "Hi." Her body felt limp and boneless, loose, limber, and more relaxed than it had ever been before. "Okay, either you're really good at that, or I should have stopped Faith from chasing off all my potential boyfriends years ago." He let out a low growl, and she snickered. "Kidding, Spike. You know you're a sex god."
He nuzzled the curve of her shoulder. "Love you."
She looked down at him, smiling at his expression. "Do you really?"
"Of course." He bit gently on her shoulder. "Saw you that first day...I swear, you were glowing. Knew you were mine the first time we danced. Took me a while to suss out just how mine you were, of course."
She gave him a sly grin. "Actually, I'm pretty sure you're mine." Her hands ran over his chest, stroking the faint lines where the skin had been split, and paused at his still-clothed waist. "Why do you still have this on?"
He shrugged. "Been wondering the same thing." He reached for it, but she batted his hands away, sliding down the length of his body to study the column of hair descending from his navel with interest.
"Hm." She rubbed the heel of her palm against it experimentally, delighting in the way that Spike groaned and bucked under her hand. "You like that?" her fingers crept under his waistband, following the trail of hair until her hand curled around his cock, rubbing the pad of her thumb against the tip experimentally. Spike's hips shot up from the bed, throwing her backwards, and when she next looked up, he was hovering above her, his face intent on hers.
"Are you ready for this?" he whispered. She could only nod silently, and then his fingers were at her clit, teasing another rush of wetness from within her.
He bent forward to envelop her lips in an endless kiss, and she took him in eagerly, lips on his and arms tight around him, hands clenched to his back and nails digging into his shoulder blades as he explored her mouth with his tongue and she let her own do the same.
She pulled away from him for one breathless moment and tightened her grip on him. "Come on, Spike. Let's dance."
He laughed and dove down again to attack her lips, his hand still manipulating her clit so quickly that she thought she might burst, and she came in a tiny explosion while Spike worked at her. Her legs locked him in, a hand let go of him to fumble with his pants yet again, and very suddenly, Spike's cock was hovering just above her sex.
He eased it in slowly, gently, but she didn't want gentle. She wanted fire, and so she tightened her grip around him and pulled him into her in one quick movement.
His mouth parted in a silent 'oh,' and quite suddenly, they were joined, two pieces of a whole finally one, and Buffy was unable to speak, to say anything in the face of their completion. Spike seemed equally thunderstruck, his eyes wide and stunned, and something passed between them that brought Buffy to silent tears.
A finger brushed them away, and she raised her face until her nose brushed against Spike's, and then they were still, frozen in their joining. For the first time in what might’ve been forever, they were both speechless, caught up in something beyond words, their foreheads resting together and their eyes closed, as close as their bodies allowed.
Spike shifted, pulling out of her a tiny bit, and she bit back a pained moan at his movement within her. There might not have been any barriers to break- she was, after all, queen of the high kicks- but she was already aching and sore from being stretched around him. Was it always this painful? Was it always this real? She thought she might be able to handle the discomfort, if only to be connected to Spike again. She thought she might never let him go.
"Hang in there, love," Spike murmured, and then he was moving in and out of her steadily, quickening his pace as she began to respond, crashing into a spot that filled her with an agonizing daze of pleasure and pain.
"Ohh..." And then he was back again, deeper and deeper, and she was crying out his name so loudly that she was certain all the vampires in the basement could hear her, her nails scratching patterns down his back and her lips biting his so tightly that he was bleeding into her mouth, caught in an endless moment of pleasure and pain mixed into something delicious and indescribable.
Spike pulled his mouth from hers suddenly, his own eyes darker and wilder than she'd ever seen before, and vamped out with a roar, burying his fangs into her neck. She came instantly, her inner walls clenching around Spike so tightly that he howled as his release followed hers over a precipice and into an endless abyss, clutching onto her so tightly that she nearly passed out from lack of air alone.
They fell from their orgasms together and sank down onto the bed, still firmly attached. "Never before," Spike said hoarsely. "Never has it meant so much."
She had no words to respond with and instead pressed her lips to the side of his neck. With the reminder, he craned her neck away from him, bending to lick up the last droplets of blood from his bite.
She frowned distantly. "You bit me."
"It's a vampire thing. Marking you, I s’pose, nothing more," He stroked her hair. "That alright?"
She nodded slowly. "I guess so." There are worse things than being marked by Spike, she thought. Worse things than having a reminder of...this.
She leaned over to kiss him again, laughing when she felt him begin to harden within her. "You're insatiable."
He leered at her. "You think so?"
"I know so." She rolled him over and slid herself down on top of him securely, her eyes sparkling with amusement at his startled delight. "I'm leading this dance."
They made love until Spike deemed it sunrise and Buffy was too sore to move, and when, at the end of it all, Spike wrapped her up in a blanket and stretched himself against her aching body, she was certain that she'd never been happier.
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Spike kicked a random article of clothing off the bed as he insinuated himself against Buffy's body, frowning when it clinked onto the floor. Clothing didn't usually clink, especially not slayer uniforms, and he reluctantly pulled away from Buffy to squint at the noisy item on the floor.
It was a key. A skeleton key, he vaguely remembered Buffy telling him. A quick way to get through any door in the Academy. An easy escape.
He rolled back, uninterested. There was nothing for him outside the school, not when he had everything he needed here. Not when he had Buffy in his arms.
She let out a muffled grunt and reached for him in her sleep, and he moved back into her embrace, giving no more thought to the key to his freedom lying two feet away.
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Author: coalitiongirl
Chapter: 56
Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Completed? Updated most Tuesdays and Thursdays, and sometimes other times, too.
Pairings: Go here for the pairings list beyond Spike/Buffy. Consider them all spoilers, though.
Disclaimer: Characters and concepts belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The plot is my own.
Summary: The Watchers Academy- where young potential slayers and watchers go to train in demonology, magic, and combat so that they can someday fight vampires, demons, and the forces of evil. There are evil magic professors, a principal with a secret, and an unbreachable wall between the slayers and the watchers. And in the basement, imprisoned vampires scheme and dream of destroying them all...
Reference Charts
Previous Chapters
Notes: Thank you all again for your feedback and support- it really does mean the world to me! :) This chapter is something I don't usually do, but I have kept you (and Spike and Buffy) waiting 55 chapters for it, and since I won't be able to do much like this after the summer ends, think of it as one last long-awaited hurrah. :D The next two chapters are written, and I promise the story will resume after this not-so-brief interlude.
Banner made by the talented amyxaphania . :)
There was a brief moment when all she could do was stare. He was here, so close, nothing keeping them apart for the first time since they’d met. And she was suddenly unnerved by the whole situation.
“Buffy?” His voice was as low as a whisper, still pained- though his health seemed much improved- and he pulled himself up to lean heavily against the wall. “C’mere.”
She did, of course, stepping around the desk in the center of the room and moving tentatively toward the bed where he waited, an expectant expression on his face. She paused in front of him, forcing a smile onto her face. “You look good.”
He quirked an eyebrow, and then he was pulling her closer, cool lips covering her own so quickly that she nearly toppled over in surprise and barely managed to collapse beside him on the bed instead. He rolled over so that he was on top of her, brushing a kiss against her brow before he turned his attention back to her lips.
She closed her eyes, finally able to relax under his touch. Nothing had changed, not really. Not beyond the fact that no bars blocked them from touching each other and no Gunn prevented them from getting any closer. Not beyond the fact that he’d said that he loved her.
His mouth was on hers, teeth nipping and tugging at her lower lip and tongue running along it, and then instinct took over and she shoved him back against the wall, landing on his lap and smirking at the startled look on his face at her rough handling. She brushed open-mouthed kisses along the slope of his jaw, sucking at it with renewed energy, and finally settled back against his mouth to let her tongue do some exploration.
When she finally pulled away from him, he was wild-eyed and panting and she had a stupid grin plastered on her face. “Hi,” she whispered, a hand moving to rest over his chest. “How are you doing?”
He shook his head. “Better,” he said fervently. “How’d you get here?”
“Are you complaining?” she asked teasingly.
“Bloody right I am!” He fixed her with a mock-glare. “If I’d known you were coming, I would’ve asked you to bring me some smokes!”
“No smoking.” She wagged a finger at him, hitting his lips with each movement. “Those things could kill you.”
Spike gave her a dubious look. She reconsidered. “Well, kill me, anyway. Secondhand smoke? And it’d be like kissing an ashtray!”
“Wouldn’t want that,” Spike said dryly. “So how did you-“
"Webs told me that you were back here." She held up the key. “And Xander has Giles’s skeleton key. He took me down here. Did you know that you can get here through vents under the kitchen? It’s like a whole anthill thing.”
“Xander, eh? Knew there was a reason I kept him alive.”
She laid her head against his chest. “You’re such a liar.”
“Mm-hm.”
They fell into a comfortable silence, content to just be close, no battles or passion or enemies taunting them from the next cell over. And if Buffy had ever worried that she had little more than that passion with Spike, she wasn’t concerned anymore, not when being at peace beside him made her heart swell just as much as their longest battles did.
“You left,” he murmured finally.
“Huh?” She tilted her head upward in puzzled query.
“That day, with Dru?” Oh. That. “You left.”
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t come back.”
She sighed. “I was…it was stupid. I’m sorry.” She traced the planes of his chest, shuddering when she reached a jagged one that ran down the length of his body. “If I’d found out earlier, maybe I would have been able to stop this.”
He shook his head, smirking. “Probably not. But you would have been forced to sit down and listen to Gunn’s thousand reasons why potential/vampire relationships don’t work out.”
She slapped him gently on his wrist. “He gave me that one today. And it’s not funny.”
“I know.” Spike pulled her closer. “That wouldn’t be us, kitten.”
She shivered, and he grabbed the blanket from the bed to wrap it around her. “Did you know her- them? Did you know it was happening?”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “The girl…she was infatuated. Like your friend Faith. Some girls, they see the danger, the death, and they fall in love with it. Why do you think I get my own cheering squad and your friend Xander can’t get a date? Aside from my dashing good looks, of course.”
She smacked him. “Xander does too get dates. He and Faith are totally in love. And what are you saying? That I only like you because I like danger?”
"Nah, you like me because I'm a stallion in bed." He leered predictably, and she climbed off his lap, her cheeks crimson.
"I wouldn't know that, would I?" she asked, stretching, watching with amusement as Spike's eyes locked onto the expanse of skin between the bottom of her shirt and her waistline and glazed over. Oh, yeah. Two could play at that game.
Spike curled his tongue invitingly. "Care to rectify that, pet?"
It was her turn for her eyes to glaze over, and when he reached for her, she obliged, winding her hands around the back of his neck and pressing her lips to his, squeaking in surprise when Spike tackled her and proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of her.
"Mmph!" She tore her lips from his, laughing breathlessly. "Spike-" He moved to her neck, and she fell apart, her muscles turning to jelly under his ministrations. "Mm." She pulled him closer, nipping at the top of his earlobe playfully, and he bit down gently on her pulse point. "Oh!"
"Liked that, did you?" He had her pinned against the bed, legs bent between her own to spread them, a look of utter adoration on his face as he crouched down to her neck again.
She chewed harder on his earlobe. "More," she demanded, eyes glittering with barely contained lust.
He smirked. "I've got a better idea." Then smooth hands were sliding up under her shirt and she arched against him, moaning as he fixed his mouth on her bare stomach. He kissed a trail up to her navel, swirling his tongue within it, his laugh a deep rumble against her stomach when she giggled and squirmed away. "Ticklish, kitten?" He flicked his tongue out again, his kisses butterfly soft, sending slow chills up her spine.
There was a fire burning in her core, heat rising from somewhere so deep that she nearly choked at the energy behind it. Spike had reached the border below her breasts, the lacy bra she'd worn for the ages-ago party the only thing standing between them, and the flush of molten heat running between her legs grew as skilled fingers slid to the catch in the back and freed it. "Spike..."
His head popped up to regard her with concern. "Kitten?"
She wondered how she looked, flushed with his kisses, her top scrunched against her neck and her bra sliding off, closer to naked than she'd ever been with him before. But none of this came as a surprise, right? She'd known how this night would end the instant she'd seen him lying in an empty room with his wounds mostly healed. It was rare, if ever, that they could get time alone with each other. And that time was too valuable to waste.
Stolen moments. That was all they could be.
"Buffy." Now Spike had stopped completely and was sitting back up, looking worried. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She pulled herself up, too, unbothered by the way her bra slid down her arms as she straightened. "Come back to me."
Spike didn't budge. "Kitten, if this is too much for you..."
"No!" She took his face in her hands and drew it closer, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips. "It's not. I just...I wish we had more than this. Sitting in a prison together is our only chance to..." She hesitated, noticing for the first time that Spike had gotten her shirt off, and she was now completely topless. He shrugged sheepishly. "You know," she finished finally, arms crossing instinctively over her breasts.
He gently removed them, lowering his mouth to a nipple. "Make love?" he murmured against it. She shivered. "Is that what you want?" He sucked greedily at her breast, letting her thrash wildly underneath him and cry out with pleasure.
"Yes! Please, yes!" she whimpered, her legs moving up to clench around Spike's hips, grinding his hardness against her. His mouth continued working its magic on one breast while a hand moved to fondle the other, squeezing in time with his sucking and tugging at her nipple each time he paused. She writhed helplessly beneath him, sobbing out her pleasure as she came with a blinding force that tore over her and left her sightless, breathless, and screaming his name.
When she settled back down to earth, Spike was somewhere between her legs, lapping at her inner thighs- and when had he managed to divest her of the rest of her clothes?- with the fascination of a kitten with a saucer of milk. He grinned up at her, his face a mask of utter ecstasy.
She shook her head, narrowing her eyes at him. "Stop that."
He looked taken aback. "Why?" His long tongue swept over the inside of her thigh, and she felt a flash of heat building in her core again.
She shrugged. "It's...it's grossOH." Spike's tongue moved to press against her slit, wiggling down and inside. "Stop...please..."
"Hm?"
All the color in her face had been drained. "Don't stop..." she whispered, and when he latched his lips onto her clit, she let out a genuine howl, clamping her thighs around Spike's head and forcing him against her. He was moaning, too, equally pleased, and she flung her head back and drank in the pure pleasure washing over her.
A hand parted her legs again and a single finger crept within her, coolness immediately superseded by the overwhelming heat down there. She choked out a cry, feeling another chill enter her with a second finger. Spike stretched her slowly, gingerly, and she could only thrash against him wildly, faint discomfort drowned out by Spike's eager lips and hands.
He raised his head for a moment to regard her seriously, and she nearly struck him, the agony and frustration of nearly released pleasure leaving her uncontrollable. "Spike!"
He grinned, hands still pumping lazily within her. "Liked that, did you?" Unexpectedly, his thumb crashed down on her clit with painful force, releasing her from her moments in limbo so quickly that she had no warning when she came, crying and crying and utterly lost.
She didn't think she'd actually blacked out, but she had lost focus, and the moment the fuzziness subsided, she immediately sensed Spike wrapped around her back, brushing kisses against her shoulder. "'Lo, love," he murmured, arms sliding around her waist.
She twisted in his embrace to face him. "Hi." Her body felt limp and boneless, loose, limber, and more relaxed than it had ever been before. "Okay, either you're really good at that, or I should have stopped Faith from chasing off all my potential boyfriends years ago." He let out a low growl, and she snickered. "Kidding, Spike. You know you're a sex god."
He nuzzled the curve of her shoulder. "Love you."
She looked down at him, smiling at his expression. "Do you really?"
"Of course." He bit gently on her shoulder. "Saw you that first day...I swear, you were glowing. Knew you were mine the first time we danced. Took me a while to suss out just how mine you were, of course."
She gave him a sly grin. "Actually, I'm pretty sure you're mine." Her hands ran over his chest, stroking the faint lines where the skin had been split, and paused at his still-clothed waist. "Why do you still have this on?"
He shrugged. "Been wondering the same thing." He reached for it, but she batted his hands away, sliding down the length of his body to study the column of hair descending from his navel with interest.
"Hm." She rubbed the heel of her palm against it experimentally, delighting in the way that Spike groaned and bucked under her hand. "You like that?" her fingers crept under his waistband, following the trail of hair until her hand curled around his cock, rubbing the pad of her thumb against the tip experimentally. Spike's hips shot up from the bed, throwing her backwards, and when she next looked up, he was hovering above her, his face intent on hers.
"Are you ready for this?" he whispered. She could only nod silently, and then his fingers were at her clit, teasing another rush of wetness from within her.
He bent forward to envelop her lips in an endless kiss, and she took him in eagerly, lips on his and arms tight around him, hands clenched to his back and nails digging into his shoulder blades as he explored her mouth with his tongue and she let her own do the same.
She pulled away from him for one breathless moment and tightened her grip on him. "Come on, Spike. Let's dance."
He laughed and dove down again to attack her lips, his hand still manipulating her clit so quickly that she thought she might burst, and she came in a tiny explosion while Spike worked at her. Her legs locked him in, a hand let go of him to fumble with his pants yet again, and very suddenly, Spike's cock was hovering just above her sex.
He eased it in slowly, gently, but she didn't want gentle. She wanted fire, and so she tightened her grip around him and pulled him into her in one quick movement.
His mouth parted in a silent 'oh,' and quite suddenly, they were joined, two pieces of a whole finally one, and Buffy was unable to speak, to say anything in the face of their completion. Spike seemed equally thunderstruck, his eyes wide and stunned, and something passed between them that brought Buffy to silent tears.
A finger brushed them away, and she raised her face until her nose brushed against Spike's, and then they were still, frozen in their joining. For the first time in what might’ve been forever, they were both speechless, caught up in something beyond words, their foreheads resting together and their eyes closed, as close as their bodies allowed.
Spike shifted, pulling out of her a tiny bit, and she bit back a pained moan at his movement within her. There might not have been any barriers to break- she was, after all, queen of the high kicks- but she was already aching and sore from being stretched around him. Was it always this painful? Was it always this real? She thought she might be able to handle the discomfort, if only to be connected to Spike again. She thought she might never let him go.
"Hang in there, love," Spike murmured, and then he was moving in and out of her steadily, quickening his pace as she began to respond, crashing into a spot that filled her with an agonizing daze of pleasure and pain.
"Ohh..." And then he was back again, deeper and deeper, and she was crying out his name so loudly that she was certain all the vampires in the basement could hear her, her nails scratching patterns down his back and her lips biting his so tightly that he was bleeding into her mouth, caught in an endless moment of pleasure and pain mixed into something delicious and indescribable.
Spike pulled his mouth from hers suddenly, his own eyes darker and wilder than she'd ever seen before, and vamped out with a roar, burying his fangs into her neck. She came instantly, her inner walls clenching around Spike so tightly that he howled as his release followed hers over a precipice and into an endless abyss, clutching onto her so tightly that she nearly passed out from lack of air alone.
They fell from their orgasms together and sank down onto the bed, still firmly attached. "Never before," Spike said hoarsely. "Never has it meant so much."
She had no words to respond with and instead pressed her lips to the side of his neck. With the reminder, he craned her neck away from him, bending to lick up the last droplets of blood from his bite.
She frowned distantly. "You bit me."
"It's a vampire thing. Marking you, I s’pose, nothing more," He stroked her hair. "That alright?"
She nodded slowly. "I guess so." There are worse things than being marked by Spike, she thought. Worse things than having a reminder of...this.
She leaned over to kiss him again, laughing when she felt him begin to harden within her. "You're insatiable."
He leered at her. "You think so?"
"I know so." She rolled him over and slid herself down on top of him securely, her eyes sparkling with amusement at his startled delight. "I'm leading this dance."
They made love until Spike deemed it sunrise and Buffy was too sore to move, and when, at the end of it all, Spike wrapped her up in a blanket and stretched himself against her aching body, she was certain that she'd never been happier.
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Spike kicked a random article of clothing off the bed as he insinuated himself against Buffy's body, frowning when it clinked onto the floor. Clothing didn't usually clink, especially not slayer uniforms, and he reluctantly pulled away from Buffy to squint at the noisy item on the floor.
It was a key. A skeleton key, he vaguely remembered Buffy telling him. A quick way to get through any door in the Academy. An easy escape.
He rolled back, uninterested. There was nothing for him outside the school, not when he had everything he needed here. Not when he had Buffy in his arms.
She let out a muffled grunt and reached for him in her sleep, and he moved back into her embrace, giving no more thought to the key to his freedom lying two feet away.
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