The Senses
The next part of The Senses - a long time coming, I know - I just hope it was worth it! Please go here for any catch up needed :)
Book Three:
"Hush, listen..."
“Fucking bastard!”
The punch struck him, bang, in the face before his brain even had a chance to register that it was coming. Spike felt something snap in his jaw and his demon jumped out to play. The fist that he shot out for a retaliating blow never connected, for his opponent was too fast, too angry and too damn edgy that she couldn’t stay in one place long enough, and was out of reach a millisecond later!
“What the fuck?!”
Buffy swirled around, her eyes blazing as she continued to pace the graveyard in front of him. “It’s all your fault! You had to waltz into town and ruin everything!”
Spike immediately scoffed, straight away on the defensive; this verbal sparring bringing out the best in him. “Me?! What the fuck did I do?! You’re the one who’s turned my fucking unlife upside down!”
At his less than apologetic response Buffy let out a somewhat strangled frustrated scream, and sent another furious fist his way.
Again, it connected and Spike’s eyes flashed a dangerous yellow as he let out a low warning growl. “You better back the fuck off or you’re gonna be leaving this place in a body bag.” His voice was quiet, too quiet, but Buffy was too far gone to heed the caution he was giving.
“Oh, bring it on! This is all your fault!” She repeated, kicking out, only to have it blocked and a retaliating blow connect with her stomach. She doubled over slightly as the hit knocked the wind from her, but speedily righted herself, flipping her hair out of her eyes before sending him reeling into a tomb thirty feet away.
“I bet you’re getting all kinds of high on this, aren’t you!” She screeched out the last few words at such a decibel that normally the vampire on the receiving end would have winced, but he was too caught up in what he finally remembered was driving him insane before she’d so rudely interrupted with that first punch.
“You gotta be shitting me, Princess! You think I like having you in my head?! With your whiny, fucking bubblegum voice bitching away at me all the fucking time?!”
The eye-roll was automatic as she shot out her reply in a strict staccato, the fact that he was admitting he couldn’t stop thinking about her not really registering. “I can’t help it if you’re a fricking psycho! But you - ugh! - Angel broke up with me because of you!”
That put a smile on his face and immediately his anger dissipated, “Hah! So, Tall Dark and Forehead couldn’t handle learning bout my girl’s dark side, huh?”
If Buffy was being true to herself, she might have been able to admit that she wasn’t really mad that she and Angel had ended - she’d known that it wasn’t all she’d thought it was long ago.
But still, she was denial-girl and happy with it. Plus, she needed something to be angry about - and Angel was the best defence she had against the other vampire who made her feel things that no other being had ever come close to making her feel.
Spike easily blocked the three vicious kicks that accompanied her next words: “I’m not! Your. Girl!” She ground out, and then gave another frustrated scream as none of her attacks connected with her opponent.
“Oh yeah, like you’re really all sad and depressed ‘cause the big poof broke things off.” He suddenly was all close and personal, and she could feel his cool breath on her lips as his once again blue eyes sparkled above her. “You had a taste of the big bad and you liked it. That’s what’s got your nancy boy all in a tizzy!”
“Liked it?!” Buffy scoffed at that, doing her best to put some distance between them. But Spike kept on following, his body close, too close, for her comfort levels. “Puh-lease! You forced yourself on me!”
Spike’s eyes narrowed, his voice low and dangerous. “I didn’t hear you complaining.” He’d never condoned violence to women, and didn’t appreciate the statement, especially from the little cock-tease standing with her hands on her hips in front of him.
Buffy stamped her foot indignantly. “How could I? I was fighting for my life!” She retaliated, her face a picture of the prim and proper outlook she was trying to present.
The laugh Spike gave this time was full of mirth, as though genuinely amused, his previous ire gone as quickly as it had come. “Hah! Fighting for your life? Is that what you’re calling it these days?” He mocked as moved in closer, getting all up, close and personal once again. “You might be able to lie to your watcher and your little high school friends, but you can’t lie to me.”
And with that damning declaration he kissed her. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet. It wasn’t passionate or romantic. It was hot and hard. A kiss of possession. One meant to show her that she could bullshit herself all she wanted, but she’d never be able to lie to him.
In under a second Buffy caved and curled into his kiss, her body quivering in anticipation as it formed itself to his. A moan started deep in her throat, quickly turning to an all-out cry of ecstasy as his clever fingers dragged themselves up her bare thighs and tugged teasingly on the very tip of her clit.
Her own hands were far from idle as the vampire continued his sensory assault on her body. One hand was lodged, seemingly permanently, at the nape of his neck, her fingers teasing out low groans from the peroxide blonde as they tugged sharply at the hairs she found there - the combination of her soothing strokes and near-painful pulls sending deep shudders of white hot lust straight to his groin.
Spike’s answer was a groan of his own as her gooey wetness coated his fingers, encouraging them to further explore the secret cavern they’d just found - not that they needed any encouragement, he thought ruefully even as he delighted in his young companion’s ever heightening cries of delight.
Finally realising that she wasn’t going anywhere, at least not for the time being, Spike’s other hand released its cruel grip on Buffy’s upper arm, momentarily soothing away the sore red marks with cool, caressing fingers, before journeying across her body to circle the tip of her nipple teasingly through her thin top.
The dual stimulations on her body were quickly becoming too much, and Buffy could feel herself succumbing once again to the dark delight of her orgasm. Her breath was leaving her body in short sharp pants that were, unbeknownst to her, formulating her paramour’s name for the brief moments his lips left hers.
Against her thigh she could feel the strong emphasis of his desire as it lengthened and hardened seemingly ever-more with every thrust of her hips against his naughty fingers.
“Please…”
Her other hand, which was gaining ever more daring, had began, quite timidly trailing his collarbone, before tip-toeing its way down to his nipple. Her nails nipped at him, mirroring his simultaneous action against her pussy. Her actions brought a growl to his throat, sending a shiver of lust that shuddered through her very being.
Finally allowing her body to capture in some much needed oxygen, Spike relinquished his seemingly perpetual hold on her mouth, to allow his lips to slide down her neck, where they paused to suckle teasingly at a silky smooth earlobe before venturing onwards to his prize destination.
Continuing its path with mounting confidence, Buffy’s fingers trailed lower, exalting in the feel of Spike’s taut stomach muscles against her soft fingertips as they slid teasingly beneath the tight black ‘t’ that seemed to fit his body like a second skin.
Her fingers travelled further still, daringly brushing over the erection straining beneath the hardly malleable denim. Spike growled deep and low, possessively thrusting up against her hot hand as he moaned at the sensation that only further spurred on his desire to make her feel just as good. And to ensure that she knew just whom she belonged to, so that no other man would ever feel her touch again.
His face changed against her neck, and Buffy groaned a deep moan of submission, allowing her neck to tilt invitingly to one side. So beside herself with pleasure, she didn’t notice the slight sting of his fangs entering her jugular, quite the opposite in fact - every single one of her nerve endings seemed on lustful fire, and the sensation of his cool sharp fangs slipping into one of her more tender places only seemed to spur the flames onwards.
“You…belong…to…me…” He intonated the words in low growls that sounded, incomprehensible to her human ears, in between glorious sips of her blood.
As his pulls on her blood grew in strength, his tongue twirling and swirling permanently around his mark, making it truly his own, her fingers swept inside his jeans and quickly encircling his silky smooth erection, making him cry out her name against her neck.
“Buffy! Mine…my Buffy!” He growled, continuing his sensual assault on her neck as his fingers continued to rise her passions once more.
Her fingers, though inexperienced, were eager to please and used his moans to guide her as she quickened her pace, drawing his closer and closer to his pinnacle. Using a series of squeezes, strokes and gentle scratches she’d once seen in a magazine, she delighted in his growls of lust against her neck, barely knowing her own words, as in time with his her desire rose.
“Oh - god! Spike, yes - yes!”
Her acceptance, be it sort of vague was all Spike’s demon needed to push him over the edge, and with a sharp twist of her overused clit and his mouth slipping to tug playfully at her nipple he brought her with him, delighting in her scream of his name as she came.
For a moment they just stood there, both holding the other up. Breathing heavily, though it was wasn’t strictly necessary for one. His tongue moved in lazy circles around her nipple, keeping the shudders travelling through her body long after they would have naturally ceased.
Realisation was shockingly slow in setting in, but Spike could see the exact moment it took her over. She broke away from his hold and he let her. He considered trying to hold her in place, to keep her with him, but quickly realised that this wasn’t going to help his ultimate plan. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure what that was yet.
The sound of his zipper rising in the background broke through the silence, and Spike winced as he saw Buffy cringe at the noise, even as she tried to right her own clothes with less grace than usual.
“Oh my god…” The despair in her voice didn’t even begin to cover the range of emotions that were flashing in her hazel eyes for all to see.
He held up his hands beseechingly, having…wanting to say something but knowing there was nothing that he could say. “Pet…”
For some reason she didn’t seem able to move. She could feel the fear, the retribution waiting for her with her friends and watcher rising within her, but still she couldn’t quite move.
“I-…”
It was all rushing over her. Something had changed. Something deep within her was different. Something fundamental, but she couldn’t understand it. It didn’t feel wrong. In fact it felt so right, but she knew… she knew…
What had he done?
What had they done?
…
What had she done?
She couldn’t formulate the words to have meaning, and without saying another word she turned and ran from the graveyard, ignoring the pain in her chest, even as it thudded deep and ever stronger the more distance she put between them.
Spike didn’t follow. He couldn’t. All that he kept seeing in his minds eye was the haunted look in her eyes.
Along with the knowledge that he had put it there.
The End
TBC...
Coming Soon: Out Of Time .... Such A Human Emotion
A/N: Everyone still with me? Please do let me know what you think as this is actually suddenly taking a slightly different path then I'd intended so I'd love to know people's thoughts on it!
Book Three:
"Hush, listen..."
“Fucking bastard!”
The punch struck him, bang, in the face before his brain even had a chance to register that it was coming. Spike felt something snap in his jaw and his demon jumped out to play. The fist that he shot out for a retaliating blow never connected, for his opponent was too fast, too angry and too damn edgy that she couldn’t stay in one place long enough, and was out of reach a millisecond later!
“What the fuck?!”
Buffy swirled around, her eyes blazing as she continued to pace the graveyard in front of him. “It’s all your fault! You had to waltz into town and ruin everything!”
Spike immediately scoffed, straight away on the defensive; this verbal sparring bringing out the best in him. “Me?! What the fuck did I do?! You’re the one who’s turned my fucking unlife upside down!”
At his less than apologetic response Buffy let out a somewhat strangled frustrated scream, and sent another furious fist his way.
Again, it connected and Spike’s eyes flashed a dangerous yellow as he let out a low warning growl. “You better back the fuck off or you’re gonna be leaving this place in a body bag.” His voice was quiet, too quiet, but Buffy was too far gone to heed the caution he was giving.
“Oh, bring it on! This is all your fault!” She repeated, kicking out, only to have it blocked and a retaliating blow connect with her stomach. She doubled over slightly as the hit knocked the wind from her, but speedily righted herself, flipping her hair out of her eyes before sending him reeling into a tomb thirty feet away.
“I bet you’re getting all kinds of high on this, aren’t you!” She screeched out the last few words at such a decibel that normally the vampire on the receiving end would have winced, but he was too caught up in what he finally remembered was driving him insane before she’d so rudely interrupted with that first punch.
“You gotta be shitting me, Princess! You think I like having you in my head?! With your whiny, fucking bubblegum voice bitching away at me all the fucking time?!”
The eye-roll was automatic as she shot out her reply in a strict staccato, the fact that he was admitting he couldn’t stop thinking about her not really registering. “I can’t help it if you’re a fricking psycho! But you - ugh! - Angel broke up with me because of you!”
That put a smile on his face and immediately his anger dissipated, “Hah! So, Tall Dark and Forehead couldn’t handle learning bout my girl’s dark side, huh?”
If Buffy was being true to herself, she might have been able to admit that she wasn’t really mad that she and Angel had ended - she’d known that it wasn’t all she’d thought it was long ago.
But still, she was denial-girl and happy with it. Plus, she needed something to be angry about - and Angel was the best defence she had against the other vampire who made her feel things that no other being had ever come close to making her feel.
Spike easily blocked the three vicious kicks that accompanied her next words: “I’m not! Your. Girl!” She ground out, and then gave another frustrated scream as none of her attacks connected with her opponent.
“Oh yeah, like you’re really all sad and depressed ‘cause the big poof broke things off.” He suddenly was all close and personal, and she could feel his cool breath on her lips as his once again blue eyes sparkled above her. “You had a taste of the big bad and you liked it. That’s what’s got your nancy boy all in a tizzy!”
“Liked it?!” Buffy scoffed at that, doing her best to put some distance between them. But Spike kept on following, his body close, too close, for her comfort levels. “Puh-lease! You forced yourself on me!”
Spike’s eyes narrowed, his voice low and dangerous. “I didn’t hear you complaining.” He’d never condoned violence to women, and didn’t appreciate the statement, especially from the little cock-tease standing with her hands on her hips in front of him.
Buffy stamped her foot indignantly. “How could I? I was fighting for my life!” She retaliated, her face a picture of the prim and proper outlook she was trying to present.
The laugh Spike gave this time was full of mirth, as though genuinely amused, his previous ire gone as quickly as it had come. “Hah! Fighting for your life? Is that what you’re calling it these days?” He mocked as moved in closer, getting all up, close and personal once again. “You might be able to lie to your watcher and your little high school friends, but you can’t lie to me.”
And with that damning declaration he kissed her. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet. It wasn’t passionate or romantic. It was hot and hard. A kiss of possession. One meant to show her that she could bullshit herself all she wanted, but she’d never be able to lie to him.
In under a second Buffy caved and curled into his kiss, her body quivering in anticipation as it formed itself to his. A moan started deep in her throat, quickly turning to an all-out cry of ecstasy as his clever fingers dragged themselves up her bare thighs and tugged teasingly on the very tip of her clit.
Her own hands were far from idle as the vampire continued his sensory assault on her body. One hand was lodged, seemingly permanently, at the nape of his neck, her fingers teasing out low groans from the peroxide blonde as they tugged sharply at the hairs she found there - the combination of her soothing strokes and near-painful pulls sending deep shudders of white hot lust straight to his groin.
Spike’s answer was a groan of his own as her gooey wetness coated his fingers, encouraging them to further explore the secret cavern they’d just found - not that they needed any encouragement, he thought ruefully even as he delighted in his young companion’s ever heightening cries of delight.
Finally realising that she wasn’t going anywhere, at least not for the time being, Spike’s other hand released its cruel grip on Buffy’s upper arm, momentarily soothing away the sore red marks with cool, caressing fingers, before journeying across her body to circle the tip of her nipple teasingly through her thin top.
The dual stimulations on her body were quickly becoming too much, and Buffy could feel herself succumbing once again to the dark delight of her orgasm. Her breath was leaving her body in short sharp pants that were, unbeknownst to her, formulating her paramour’s name for the brief moments his lips left hers.
Against her thigh she could feel the strong emphasis of his desire as it lengthened and hardened seemingly ever-more with every thrust of her hips against his naughty fingers.
“Please…”
Her other hand, which was gaining ever more daring, had began, quite timidly trailing his collarbone, before tip-toeing its way down to his nipple. Her nails nipped at him, mirroring his simultaneous action against her pussy. Her actions brought a growl to his throat, sending a shiver of lust that shuddered through her very being.
Finally allowing her body to capture in some much needed oxygen, Spike relinquished his seemingly perpetual hold on her mouth, to allow his lips to slide down her neck, where they paused to suckle teasingly at a silky smooth earlobe before venturing onwards to his prize destination.
Continuing its path with mounting confidence, Buffy’s fingers trailed lower, exalting in the feel of Spike’s taut stomach muscles against her soft fingertips as they slid teasingly beneath the tight black ‘t’ that seemed to fit his body like a second skin.
Her fingers travelled further still, daringly brushing over the erection straining beneath the hardly malleable denim. Spike growled deep and low, possessively thrusting up against her hot hand as he moaned at the sensation that only further spurred on his desire to make her feel just as good. And to ensure that she knew just whom she belonged to, so that no other man would ever feel her touch again.
His face changed against her neck, and Buffy groaned a deep moan of submission, allowing her neck to tilt invitingly to one side. So beside herself with pleasure, she didn’t notice the slight sting of his fangs entering her jugular, quite the opposite in fact - every single one of her nerve endings seemed on lustful fire, and the sensation of his cool sharp fangs slipping into one of her more tender places only seemed to spur the flames onwards.
“You…belong…to…me…” He intonated the words in low growls that sounded, incomprehensible to her human ears, in between glorious sips of her blood.
As his pulls on her blood grew in strength, his tongue twirling and swirling permanently around his mark, making it truly his own, her fingers swept inside his jeans and quickly encircling his silky smooth erection, making him cry out her name against her neck.
“Buffy! Mine…my Buffy!” He growled, continuing his sensual assault on her neck as his fingers continued to rise her passions once more.
Her fingers, though inexperienced, were eager to please and used his moans to guide her as she quickened her pace, drawing his closer and closer to his pinnacle. Using a series of squeezes, strokes and gentle scratches she’d once seen in a magazine, she delighted in his growls of lust against her neck, barely knowing her own words, as in time with his her desire rose.
“Oh - god! Spike, yes - yes!”
Her acceptance, be it sort of vague was all Spike’s demon needed to push him over the edge, and with a sharp twist of her overused clit and his mouth slipping to tug playfully at her nipple he brought her with him, delighting in her scream of his name as she came.
For a moment they just stood there, both holding the other up. Breathing heavily, though it was wasn’t strictly necessary for one. His tongue moved in lazy circles around her nipple, keeping the shudders travelling through her body long after they would have naturally ceased.
Realisation was shockingly slow in setting in, but Spike could see the exact moment it took her over. She broke away from his hold and he let her. He considered trying to hold her in place, to keep her with him, but quickly realised that this wasn’t going to help his ultimate plan. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure what that was yet.
The sound of his zipper rising in the background broke through the silence, and Spike winced as he saw Buffy cringe at the noise, even as she tried to right her own clothes with less grace than usual.
“Oh my god…” The despair in her voice didn’t even begin to cover the range of emotions that were flashing in her hazel eyes for all to see.
He held up his hands beseechingly, having…wanting to say something but knowing there was nothing that he could say. “Pet…”
For some reason she didn’t seem able to move. She could feel the fear, the retribution waiting for her with her friends and watcher rising within her, but still she couldn’t quite move.
“I-…”
It was all rushing over her. Something had changed. Something deep within her was different. Something fundamental, but she couldn’t understand it. It didn’t feel wrong. In fact it felt so right, but she knew… she knew…
What had he done?
What had they done?
…
What had she done?
She couldn’t formulate the words to have meaning, and without saying another word she turned and ran from the graveyard, ignoring the pain in her chest, even as it thudded deep and ever stronger the more distance she put between them.
Spike didn’t follow. He couldn’t. All that he kept seeing in his minds eye was the haunted look in her eyes.
Along with the knowledge that he had put it there.
The End
TBC...
Coming Soon: Out Of Time .... Such A Human Emotion
A/N: Everyone still with me? Please do let me know what you think as this is actually suddenly taking a slightly different path then I'd intended so I'd love to know people's thoughts on it!